They say His timing is perfect,
Now, as it was long ago,
While two parts of me say that is certain,
One part of me says I don’t know
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When my eyes were bright and expecting,
And doubt just barely in view,
I knew His timing was perfect,
Maybe this time my dream would come true
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But my heart grew more fitful and restless
From that dream, I started to wake,
Now I’m filled with so many questions,
And a fear getting harder to shake
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An old calendar…
A new journal…
The same feelings…
The same circle…
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But they said His timing is perfect!
Not that I need to agree
That one day it will just happen,
A day I might just not see
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Give thanks and be joyful this season,
This season’s gone on long enough,
Don’t worry, trust, and be patient,
I’m about to call all your bluffs
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Though yes, it could be soon,
And true, it might be clever,
My biggest fear of all…
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What if His timing means never?
