In The Waiting

Father, I surrender

from little I know

and vast the mysteries

From pain from the fingers to my heart

Each constraint and refusal

to surprising eases

faithful are your promises

even gentle are your forgiveness

I have no agendas

much to my own I doubt

I know all leads to one thing

that Your will be so

I am at any ends

and You can call it

I am prepared to go

loosening my grip

So I strive in my remains

broken and scarred 

but I will run in ending

hoping to be found faithful.