My soul waits

My soul waits for the Lord
more than those
who watch for the morning,
more than those
who watch for the morning.

Tonight in prayer, these first lines captured my attention so deeply that my heart spent the whole time there.

My soul waits for the Lord

But often I don't wait. I rush ahead because sometimes the wait is so painful. Painfully slow.

...more than those
who watch for the morning


Like sitting with my father in the hospital through a long night, praying for strength and life to return to his broken body. Watching the sky through the window, praying that dawn might come quickly.

...more than those
who watch for the morning


Like driving across the flat prairies through the night and the worst part of the night is just before the dawn. It is so exhausting and your tired body screams for the sun to rise up already, to help you focus and reach your destination safely.

...more than those
who watch for the morning


Like holding the sick whimpering child in my arms, pacing back and forth staring out into the cold dark morning praying for dawn to hurry so that we might be able to phone a Doctor who might be able to help.

My soul waits
waits
waits
waits
waits for the Lord
more than those
who watch for the morning


more than those
who watch for the morning

4 comments:

  1. The waiting is the hardest part.....

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  2. Wow, I can relate. Very powerful pondering, very real emotions, I'm not good at waiting either.

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  3. I hear you my brother.

    I also hear in the profoundest of ways - (a peace that passes understanding ?) - the words of Ps 30 "Weeping may linger with the night, but joy comes with the morning"

    May it be so.

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