Waiting for the dawn to dawn,
    when night is long and black,
Waiting for a heart to heal
    or a kid to get on track.
Waiting for delay to end
    and wishes to come true,
Waiting for a sight or sense of You.

Waiting for the one who’s left to
    find a way back home,
Waiting for this sense of loss
    to leave my heart alone.
Waiting, wondering, hurting,
    in a hall of pain so deep,
Waiting for just one good night of sleep.

Waiting for an answer for
    evidence that You care,
Waiting for employment
    or for just one answered prayer.
One small affirmation for
    freedom from self-doubt,
Waiting for a way to work it out.

Waiting for the Bible
    to start and make some sense,
I’m sick of my ambivalence
    and sitting on this fence.
For I’m waiting for a promise
    that Truth will have its way,
For justice to win out
    one grace-filled day.

Waiting for a world that’s deaf
    to hear You and repent,
Waiting for the human race
    to believe the One you sent,
To save, forgive, equip
    to live in holiness and power,
Waiting for salvation in this hour.

Waiting for the violence
    and the conflict that abounds,
The wrong You seem to tolerate,
    the injustice that’s around.
To stop because you intervene
    and answer desperate prayer,
Waiting just to know You’re waiting there.

But Lord, the waiting’s killing me,
    I cry to You for peace,
To still a storm inside me
    and make all this turmoil cease.
Help me to remember
    as I try to do my part,
How patiently You waited for my heart.

You waited for repentance
    that was Your perfect due,
You waited out resentment
    and my anger aimed at You.
You waited in the shadows
    and You offered me Your hand,
To strengthen me, to wait it out, and stand.

So however long the waiting lasts,
    as long as You decide,
I’ll stand upon my watchtower
    and I’ll climb my mountain side.
And I’ll ask You Lord for hind’s feet,
    and my soul will render praise,
As You and I will wait for better days.

Thou fig tree does not bud,
    and there’re no cattle in the stall,
Though donkeys and the sheepfold
    have no company at all.
You’ll see my heart,
    oh sovereign God, rejoicing in Your grace,
Content to wait it out and see Your face.

Jill Briscoe© 
Telling the Truth 
Copyright 2010