While I wandered,
Winding roads and forests,
Miles and mountains,
Husks and devolution,
All the while, Abba waits.
Humbled in revelation,
Plans of feeble protestation,
Still Abba waits.
Bowed and broken,
Eyes to the horizon, Abba waits
Running, embracing, gifting a son,
For from eternity, Abba waits
Sweet Savior, I give to Thee my heart. Make it as Thine own, That it may love those in the world, And those, having past from its bounds, Not ready to see the Father’s glory.
With my every breath, I wait on Thee, Pleading the perfection of my cherished loves. Pray, lift the veils persisting to obscureThy Beauty.
Let me be a living prayer, A votive candle, Burning on the altar of Thy Cross, Whose smoke rises as incense With Thy Resurrection from the dead. I am a captive to Thy call upon my heart.
I draw each breath, For those You give me in this life, By blood, as friend, foe, neighbor, passing stranger, And those still alien to Thy love, All, whom the Father desires For life in You and in Thy glory.