Two years and running but still standing still
Standing while waiting amid the highest hills
Steep and slippery, too afraid to climb
I might fall and break my pride.

Waiting with Comfort and Self-preservation
This two best friends will lull me to death
I am not getting younger, so is she
Maybe she’ll find a stranger and pass by me.

Father said “at the set time”
Like Sarah and Abraham waiting for a child
Should I laugh like them in disbelief?
Or my faith is not strong enough to bleed.

I know the enemy and it is Me
And my confidence should be Him not in mine
Blessed be the Father for He is Love
Yes, Lord! Let’s fix this wings and soar above.