The Waiting

When I was ten, I whispered prayers in the dark,

Hoping for someone to hold my heart.

I didn’t know then the weight I bore,

Or why the silence always hurt me more.

I’d smile all day long, then cry in the quiet night,

Hoping someone would see my fading light.

Even as my years passed—little older and worn thin

Trying to be easy, to love in my own skin.

I gave too much, or maybe not enough,

Learned love can leave when things get tough.

So I prayed still, but my voice grew low,

Waiting for someone who’d never let me go

Did You hear me when I whispered?

Or was I speaking to the night?

Still I hold on to the promise,

That You’re making all things right.

I’m learning to trust the waiting,

Though my heart has known some pain,

Every scar and every lesson

Is shaping me to rise again.

You’re painting hope inside the dark,

When I can’t see past the night,

I’m holding on, still believing

That Your timing is just right.

Now I’m here and thought I found the one,

But she left before the healing had begun.

Still I see—I’m more than who walked away,

I’m learning my worth in a new kind of way.

You’re not done with this heart You’ve held so tight,

And maybe Your answer is still out of sight.

I’m learning to trust the waiting,

Though my heart has known some pain,

Every scar and every lesson

Is shaping me to rise again.

You’re painting hope inside the dark,

When I can’t see past the night,

I’m holding on, still believing

That Your timing is just right.

Lord, if You’re listening, this is my heart’s true cry—

I’m still broken but I’m trying,

To walk where You lead me, even when I don’t know why.

Hold me close through every season,

Help me find my place and peace,

Until that day when love surrounds me,

And all my waiting will finally cease.