I ache for what I do not have,
yet have always known was mine.
Called to more than what's in front,
Anxious to leave what's here behind.
One day, some day is all I hear
in the meantime I grow impatient.
I trust. I wait. I trust. I wait.
My heart's dream is growing faint.
Strength please Lord, is what I need.
To wait for what's in store.
Hope and faith that it will come,
as I lie waiting here.
2 comments:
ditto! :)
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