My patience runs its course throughout the meal.
My senses hype and feel each lash's bat.
My being's fretting: "this cannot be real!"
One flash flies forth before my very eyes;
It shows my pray'rs arising to my King.
My faith leaps up as high as to the skies;
"In Him," it cried, "I can do anything!"
Yet here I am still sitting, praying hard-
Yet here I am still lifeless, boring, grey-
Yet here I am still faithful, badly scarred-
And here I am refusing not to pray.
Like first bird's flight, the awkward meal goes on
While silence chats ahead of every tongue.
Before I know, all friendliness have gone.
Before I know, the last song has been sung.
His ways run so much higher than my ways.
His thoughts I know that I will never know.
With peace inside, I stand to give Him praise,
For better things await when God says "no."
