WAITING ON THE KISS OF CHRIST

I can wait for seeds to sprout, rain to fall, sun to shine,
I can wait for the corn to grow—
but how to wait on God?

I can bare my heart to soar, soul to sing, even more—
I can walk alone at night,
but how to hear His voice?

When the thunder roars and rings
and makes to tremble living things,
I can deal with things I see,
or touch or taste;
but the kiss of faith—
is It there for me?

I will bear to watch and wait
and listen for a quiet wind,
that starts out low,
then drops a note—
to slip beneath and work within.

Oh God! You fill my open void that cries and yearns to be fulfilled,
You plant my furrowed spirit-heart and plan new things for that untilled
alignment between hope and faith; Your sharpened tool I now await.

Take me now in wing-ed flight
and rush me quickly through the night—
to the breaking of the day
where I can watch Your children play;

unfettered by mere vice or sin,
but beautified now
from within,
their works on lowly Earth complete; resting now, Lord, at thy feet—
to hear Your patient loving praise, thanking them for countless days
of service, Lord, to thy father God,
and I, too, Jesus, pray thee nod
and smile with spirit-born eye and lip,
to praise me as your servant faire
and hold me in thy loving grip.