Waiting
As I sit here in this clearing,
All alone and clearly thinking,
Truly am I fearing,
That He will come to me.
Thinking, I am thinking,
About all He has done for us,
All we truly do is trust,
That He will come to me.
As I sit here in the corn,
Thinking, sinking into my thoughts,
I've feared truly, since I was born,
That He will come to me.
I think about all that has happened since He first came,
With Isaac and Micah and Eli too,
When He came to them, they were never the same,
So now I am guessing the He will come to me.
When He came He showed them the light,
But when they failed, He took flight,
Now I sit here guessing,
That He will come to me.
As I sit here all alone,
In this vast yellow sea,
Truly am I hoping,
That He will come to me.
The wind is blowing softly, whispering my name,
It is now that I know, things will never be the same,
The breeze blows gently in my face, and I am hoping,
That He will come to me.
It is now that I realize today is the day,
It is my turn, to try things my way,
And now I sit here knowing,
That He Who Walks Behind The Rows will come to me.
Yes, I know it sucks. - SelenaEde