How long,
oh how long?
How long
must I live in this fog?
How long
until I see your plan?
Wait, He replies. Wait on me.
It is enough
He whispers
Into
My impatient heart
Enough that I know
I want to defend, my heart screams.
Will things
ever be set right?
Will they
ever see the other side?
Why don’t
you show them now?
Wait, He replies. Wait on me.
I am your defender.
He whispers
Into
My
misunderstood heart.
Leave it with me.
My dreams are dying, my heart cries.
Why must
they die?
Will they
ever be resurrected?
Were they
not given me by You?
Wait, He replies. Wait on me.
I have a plan,
He whispers
Into
My longing
heart.
And it is good.
(This is a poem I wrote today and posted here. There are other poems, quotes, and so forth there as well... some by me, most not.)
(This is a poem I wrote today and posted here. There are other poems, quotes, and so forth there as well... some by me, most not.)
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