I Know

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.