Waiting for the dawn to dawn,
when night is long and black,
Waiting for a heart to heal
or a kid to get on track.
Waiting for delay to end
and wishes to come true,
Waiting for a sight or sense of You.
Waiting for the one who’s left to
find a way back home,
Waiting for this sense of loss
to leave my heart alone.
Waiting, wondering, hurting,
in a hall of pain so deep,
Waiting for just one good night of sleep.
Waiting for an answer for
evidence that You care,
Waiting for employment
or for just one answered prayer.
One small affirmation for
freedom from self-doubt,
Waiting for a way to work it out.
Waiting for the Bible
to start and make some sense,
I’m sick of my ambivalence
and sitting on this fence.
For I’m waiting for a promise
that Truth will have its way,
For justice to win out
one grace-filled day.
Waiting for a world that’s deaf
to hear You and repent,
Waiting for the human race
to believe the One you sent,
To save, forgive, equip
to live in holiness and power,
Waiting for salvation in this hour.
Waiting for the violence
and the conflict that abounds,
The wrong You seem to tolerate,
the injustice that’s around.
To stop because you intervene
and answer desperate prayer,
Waiting just to know You’re waiting there.
But Lord, the waiting’s killing me,
I cry to You for peace,
To still a storm inside me
and make all this turmoil cease.
Help me to remember
as I try to do my part,
How patiently You waited for my heart.
You waited for repentance
that was Your perfect due,
You waited out resentment
and my anger aimed at You.
You waited in the shadows
and You offered me Your hand,
To strengthen me, to wait it out, and stand.
So however long the waiting lasts,
as long as You decide,
I’ll stand upon my watchtower
and I’ll climb my mountain side.
And I’ll ask You Lord for hind’s feet,
and my soul will render praise,
As You and I will wait for better days.
Thou fig tree does not bud,
and there’re no cattle in the stall,
Though donkeys and the sheepfold
have no company at all.
You’ll see my heart,
oh sovereign God, rejoicing in Your grace,
Content to wait it out and see Your face.
Jill Briscoe©
Telling the Truth
Copyright 2010