I'll Wait For You, Lord

I’ve been waiting for answers,

My spirit seems forgotten, my soul’s tied up and rotting.

But for mercy in Your presence, I keep trotting.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Empty handed, I showed up expectant.

I’ve robbed myself of peace, the treasures of heaven.

I tithe in pain, hoping not to reap in vain, it’s Your mercy that has forgiven.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Frustrated and trembling,

Can’t You see that my frame of mind is bent under all this weight?

There’s a calm when You speak, a calm while I wait.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Twisted and tied up.

My thoughts bound, chained and inflamed.

Why won’t You heal me in this season? I feel so ashamed.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Locked up in prison,

Within these walls I persist, through cold and bitter days, I feel ignored.

It’s the holy bible I read, Your words that need to be explored.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Frayed and burned at the edges.

Some of my pieces were lost and some melted.

Take me away from the flames, Lord, though I know I need to be subjected.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Desolate and discouraged.

I’m shipwrecked on an island of my perceived unmet needs.

I’ve abandoned every prospect to stop, to trust, and to simply believe.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Weak and weary, I sometimes tarry.

My legs feel like boulders in sinking sand.

In these moments of abandonment, I affirm that my legs will stand.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Time seems fleeting, often borrowed.

My days turn to nights before I even notice, my hope needs renewed.

My head floats amongst the clouds, though Your voice is often subdued.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

When it’s lonely and quiet,

My breath echoes off the walls of these chambers.

Sometimes my prayers are silent, but I’ll keep reaching for You in whispers.

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

My hope sometimes feels decayed and rotten.

Seeds of faith, I’ve planted in the dirt that narrates my anthem.

I keep crying tears and weeping in fear, asking, won’t You water them?

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

Lord, I plan to use these hands to help build Your Kingdom.

But I can’t feel any strength in my arms.

Lord, I plan to sing David’s songs. I feel like shouting them the loudest,

But the air in my lungs is depleted.

Lord, I know who I am, in You. I know the affirmations that speak life.

But some days I’m weary, I know I need rebuke.

Lord, it is the quiet and Your solace that seem to soften my remorse.

Is this what I should be feeling, as I wait upon the Lord?

I’ll wait for You, Lord.

-AB-