I ache.
Thoughts put in my head
That should not matter now.
I tire.
I need Your Hand
Of patience once more.
I pine.
May my longing be
From Your Heart, not mine.
I hear.
Words that may from
Jealousy be sown.
I wonder.
It is not up to me
To know at this time.
I guard.
My heart is meant
for You, God.
I remember.
To ask You in
Matters unknown.
I listen.
To hear Your Words,
Your longing.
I wait.
For You to reveal.
For You to be glorified.
