Waiting

The world demands, it pulls, it shouts,
It fills the air with fear and doubt.
But in the quiet, You are near,
A voice that whispers, "Do not fear."
The promise lingers in the night,
A dawn unseen, but still in sight.
In the stillness of the wait, I bow,
Not by my time, but by Your vow.
Through shadowed paths and quiet skies,
I lift my soul; my hope will rise.
Patience taught through grace divine,
I wait for You, O Lord of time.
The prophets spoke, the years stretched long,
Through centuries, they sang Your song.
Each moment held in holy care,
A sacred call to stay in prayer.
For what is faith but holding on,
Through endless nights before the dawn?
In the stillness of the wait, I bow,
Not by my time, but by Your vow.
Through shadowed paths and quiet skies,
I lift my soul; my hope will rise.
Patience taught through grace divine,
I wait for You, O Lord of time.
The world may crave what fades too fast,
But treasures eternal are meant to last.
Teach me the beauty of delay,
The holy gift of each passing day.
In the stillness of the wait, I bow,
Not by my time, but by Your vow.
Through shadowed paths and quiet skies,
I lift my soul; my hope will rise.
Patience taught through grace divine,
I wait for You, O Lord of time.
So come, Emmanuel, draw near,
Dispel the dark, the doubt, the fear.
Until You come, my heart will stay,
In holy waiting, day by day.