I wait on you now, O’ Lord,
like any moment of my life.

The tree leaves across the river change color,
against the setting sun

the perfect backdrop of orange and red,
along the horizon

and my heart pangs for the life-giving water
of the steady stream of your love.

Every created being
that draws breath

glorifies and praises
Your holy name.

And so will I,
as I count

the days until You
set up Your Kingdom

on Earth.
My Lord,

You are not just the God
of Creation;

you are the Author
of my days,

until the day I
draw my last breath.

Here I am,
waiting for you.

Editor: Shannon Hensley