We waited in the dust
We stood there in the sand,
We wallowed in our comfort
Waiting for a hand.
We waited in the snow
We slipped beneath the ice,
We swallowed down our pride
But never asked the price.
We waited in the temple
We knelt before the sign,
We waited for forgiveness
A gift that wasn’t mine.
We waited by the water
We hoped would wash us clean,
We stared towards the sky
For things we’d never seen.
We waited for redemption
Absolution from our sin,
We waited out forever
To find we hoped on nothing.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
… the gift that wasn’t mine…
Thanks, Bruce, pleased you liked this.
This is brilliant! Beautifully penned. 🤗
Thank you do much, I’m pleased that you liked it.
My pleasure, Chris! 🤗
The waiting that never ended…..pleasure to read!
Thank you, I like the way you have read this and I appreciate your comment.
Beautifully designed and written, Chris – and oh, so disturbing. Our need for faith in the belief there is ‘something other’, only to be disappointed…
Thanks, Rachael, your words are so true.
Beautiful!!!
Thank you, I appreciate you reading and leaving your thoughts.