My heart is aching,
and I don't know why;
but the more I ponder and think of you,
the flood gates open and I begin to cry.
When you were here with me,
perfection was all that could be found;
but now that I can't: hear you voice, see your face, hold you close;
my heart breaking has become an all too familiar sound.
But no worries love-
no reason to fear;
for patients and perseverance,
are mine to hold dear.
I am forever faithful to you,
committed to the wait;
and long for the perfect day when you'll return to me,
and haven't a doubt it will be great;
by the Lord up above it will be great! |
