Have no fear! Lighter reading is here!
In consideration of Pt. II‘s theme of faithfulness, I think the timing is appropriate.
He Will Come
Is God a man that He should lie?
Or a thief that He should steal?
When will we realize
The trials we perceive with our eyes
Are only a shadow compared to what’s to come
He will come
When I can’t shake the way I’m feeling
When all I see is so deceiving
It’s Your Word that I’m believing
It’s You I’m believing
You’ll lead me to still waters
You’ll be my perfect Father
You won’t leave or abandon
You love me more than I can fathom
Faithful and relentless
You’re steadfast and endless
Your ways can’t be suppressed
They are infinite and ageless
Infinite and ageless
Will perfection cheat or betray?
Can holiness ever mislead?
Though He seems to delay
He will neither flee nor forsake
We’ll never disappointed wake, never be played
Because He isn’t fake
When I’m smiling
When I weep
You are constant
You are deep
Firm as the sun from the east
We will wait
We will endure
In You our hope is sure
Our amen, it resounds
Walls come down at the sound
In Your shelter peace abounds
For our answer has been found
Promises made true, every one
They are “yes” in the Son
Who proclaimed that He will come
He proclaimed that He will come
You know the uncontrollable reflex you get in your gut when something’s about to gush out of you? The one that turns you into a marionette and pulls you to the toilet bowl? Well, writing this was kind of like that, only without the aftertaste. Or unpleasantness. (Okay, so maybe not-so dry heaves aren’t the best comparison to the “rapture” of inspiration. But you get the idea). I set out to work on something entirely different at the midnight hour when this, tune and all, popped out instead. It was out before I knew what hit me, and I’ve only gone back to edit a few words.
Very little of my poetry is so song-like, so it’s an unusual bit for me. I’ll take it, though, since it has gotten me through many a weary day in the warehouse.
I hope it lifts you up as well (:.