Waiting for Him
by Mario Gerada

His dreams are my wings,
hope is the path on which I walk.
Through the night I travel,
beneath a million stars.

Seconds of bliss,
glimpses of heaven,
to continue the journey
through the night.

A lonely journey,
insecurity sneaks,
fear, a haunting ghost
sometimes awakened from the past.

A gift from the mountain top,
earth to nourish the roots,
struggling for life.

On mud I walk,
beneath the stars I pray.
In moonlight we dance
at sunrise we run to meadows and hills.

With wolves I walk
with lions He plays,
beneath pines I wait
for Him to flood my being.

 

© 2009 Mario Gerada

 


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