It’s cold
I stare into the abyss
‘So very bold
— of me to share about You

When I’m full of questions
Downright into contemplation
— of why things have not happened yet

I’m cold
Am I using the right tone
Do my words cut right through the bone?

I’ve been talking and talking
Back to hoping
— that there must be an answer
Why they did not happen
And where you are at the moment

I’m cold
A love foretold
— is what I’d appreciate now
How it all fell apart
Then how He’ll part
— the staggering red seas

Is he just waiting for me?

Questions upon questions
— to You, oh God, I ask
Yet no real clarity
But one thing has certainty
— that He undoubtedly, completely loves me

And that to be, furthermore, patient,
One must wait correctly

This is love
This is God

And the waiting has a point

Cheer up, self
Let the warmth of His embrace
— kill the chill on you

This is love
This is God

And the waiting has a point
I promise,
The waiting has a point