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Wait
And one day, the wait ended.
After months and years that piled up
Like a cold mound of snow and sleet
The door opened and I stood there to meet
That lady in a white dress holding a cup.
And one day, the wait began.
After a few days that flew by us
Like an arrow hissing in the cold air
The door closed and I stood there to prepare
For another chance and time to discuss.
And today, the wait goes on.
Don't tell me it's easy, it's hard
I'm enjoying the warm embrace of now
And I know that everything changes somehow
And He sends His grace to the tired and scarred.
