I Waited Patiently for the Lord
I waited patiently for the Lord,
In silence, where the stillness softly speaks,
With eyes set on the distant, glowing shore,
Where grace and perfect light the spirit seeks.
Expectans, expectavi, my heart a quiet plea,
through seasons marked by hope entwined,
I wandered where the shadows found me,
Yet, in their fleeting forms, a truth I find.
The Lord’s own hand, unseen but gently near,
guides through the labyrinth of night and day,
In every sigh of dawn and every tear,
I feel the spirits’ grace in soft array.
Perfection dwells not in the hurried pace,
But in the patient journey, slow and wise;
In every breath, in every sacred space,
The Lord reveals His grace beneath the skies.
So in this waiting, I have come to see,
The beauty in the steps, the moments’ flow;
For in the patient heart, the soul is free,
And in the waiting, endless grace does grow.

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