Waiting and hoping as the days pass,
Staring and tapping on the dark glass.
Soon I will find that I'm no longer blind,
Lord, let that day come surprisingly fast.
Aching and longing for what is in store,
Mindful and grateful there is so much more.
My wordly desires thrown into the fire,
Then none will detract from the fact I am Yours.
Dripping and creaking--- deaf'ning sounds as I wait,
Peering and searching, I pursue the bait.
If You'd only return and fulfill what I yearn...
I can't help but feel that You're just slightly late.
Written September 8, 2010
