I hear you telling me to wait. I hear you as the wind lightly dances across my skin. I feel you near me. Am I afraid? Am I tired of the unknown? Or am I waiting, waiting on you to talk to me?
I feel like if I were to move my feet are planted firmly into the ground. My feet are stuck. My heart wrestles with staying in one place. I feel your breath on my face. " wait on me." I hear you say. I can't take this anymore. My body is restless.
I dare not fight. I will stand here even if it's not what I want. I know I need to stay put. I will stay with all my might. I will see them pass me by and my heart will hurt, but when you see tears form in my eyes. I feel you wipe them as you say " Wait on me."
At this point my stubbornness is becoming a disease. I knew what you said yet I didn't care. I moved and I tripped. I fell flat on my face. In all my mess, in all my bruises and brokenness. You picked me up and said " wait on me."
"Wait on me." I hear you say over and over as I do my best to not drown you out. I'm tired of waiting on you. You stay silent when I need you speak. You are gone when I need you around.
I scream out from my frustration. You seem unmoved by my attempts. You must see me. Your are near because your voice is the loudest in my ear.
The clouds are the only protection from this heat. The sun beats down on my already burnt skin. I still hear you loud and clear " wait on me."
I am here. I waiting. Yet, you are not moving. You promised. You always keep your promises. Why are you not helping me?! I fall out in groan as I feel my body being forced to lay down.
The pain is unbearable. Why must this happen?! You promised you wouldn't leave me. I feel forced to rest. I feel forced to stay still. I haven't ever felt you this strong in years. My body contracts. The pain is intense. Yet, you ever so calmly say " wait on me."
My Lord, my God, you have forced you hand upon me. And I will have no choice, but to obey. I, as much as I hate it. I will wait on You.
I feel like if I were to move my feet are planted firmly into the ground. My feet are stuck. My heart wrestles with staying in one place. I feel your breath on my face. " wait on me." I hear you say. I can't take this anymore. My body is restless.
I dare not fight. I will stand here even if it's not what I want. I know I need to stay put. I will stay with all my might. I will see them pass me by and my heart will hurt, but when you see tears form in my eyes. I feel you wipe them as you say " Wait on me."
At this point my stubbornness is becoming a disease. I knew what you said yet I didn't care. I moved and I tripped. I fell flat on my face. In all my mess, in all my bruises and brokenness. You picked me up and said " wait on me."
"Wait on me." I hear you say over and over as I do my best to not drown you out. I'm tired of waiting on you. You stay silent when I need you speak. You are gone when I need you around.
I scream out from my frustration. You seem unmoved by my attempts. You must see me. Your are near because your voice is the loudest in my ear.
The clouds are the only protection from this heat. The sun beats down on my already burnt skin. I still hear you loud and clear " wait on me."
I am here. I waiting. Yet, you are not moving. You promised. You always keep your promises. Why are you not helping me?! I fall out in groan as I feel my body being forced to lay down.
The pain is unbearable. Why must this happen?! You promised you wouldn't leave me. I feel forced to rest. I feel forced to stay still. I haven't ever felt you this strong in years. My body contracts. The pain is intense. Yet, you ever so calmly say " wait on me."
My Lord, my God, you have forced you hand upon me. And I will have no choice, but to obey. I, as much as I hate it. I will wait on You.