Waiting on the Lord

I wait.

For a sign or reason--

some kind of push.

I wait.

For a hope or joy,

or a small breath behind me.

But I am still weak,

I am still doubting,

I am still scared

of things crashing around me.

Is this really the spot You want me to be?

Is courage the wrong thing to say that I need?

So here I am crying,

But turning to You.

Not knowing the answers,

But knowing You do.

Learning to trust

with the weight still upon me.

Learning to walk

while it's still dark and cloudy.

Learning to hope

when it's all still a strain.

Knowing You love me

That You know my frame.

Nothing is easy

right here in this place.

Here where I must

simply cry out for grace.

Trust through the pain.

Faith while it rains.

Here while I'm waiting,

for You.