At twenty-nine the waiting game is over
No offense, but I've got lots of things to do
So I've left you this little note
And I'm hoping that you'll find it:
Meet me in the waters of Great Love
I held off for a while, just stalling Him, you see
But His calling for me was growing quite too faint
I realized my love for you
Would never be enough for you
Unless I drank the waters of Great Love
So I'm drinking deeply now, still hoping you'll show up
Yet this waiting time hasn't been for naught
And when you've made your peace
With all you've done and fought
I'll be wading in the waters of Great Love
No comments:
Post a Comment