Waiting for the phone to ring,
the note to come,
the tears to start.
Waiting for the sun to rise,
the day to begin,
the smile to flash.
Waiting for the rain to come,
for clouds’ release,
for seeds to burst.
Waiting for the baby’s kick,
the toddler’s step
the ‘tweener’s lope.
Waiting for the first dance,
the sweet surprise,
the magic touch.
Waiting for the teacher’s nod,
the boss’s applause,
the bonus check.
Waiting for travel days,
for new horizons,
for old favorites.
Waiting for cars to budge,
for traffic to flow,
for life to break through.
Waiting for doctors’ news,
for treatment woes
for future hopes.
Waiting for death to come,
for pain’s release,
tired eyes to close.
We wait, we wait, we wait.
And all the while, we truly wait for…
hope…
peace…
joy…
love…
Jesus.
Even when we don’t know it,
Even when we don’t want to know it,
Even when we refuse to know it.
We wait for Jesus.
