Sunday, September 28, 2014

Watching, Waiting


Watching, waiting for the Lord—
Needing words of truth and grace,
Needing mercy—life restored—
Hoping I’ll yet see his face.

Watching through the storms and blight…
When it’s darkest, hoping on,
Knowing there’s an end to night.
Night will end. He’s grace. He’s dawn.

With a single ray at first
Changing blackness into gray,
Pure and clean, his light will burst
Shining forth till all is day.

Christ is just, but he is kind.
Place your hope all in the Lord.
Trust him fully, and you’ll find
All you’ve lost can be restored.


I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, 
   and in his word I hope; 
my soul waits for the Lord 
   more than watchmen for the morning, 
   more than watchmen for the morning. 
(Psalm 130:5-6 ESV)

1 comment:

Donald Fishgrab said...

Very nice poem, Jim