Only Waiting

Only Waiting Only waiting till the threads are drawn, Across the golden scheme; Only waiting till the seed is sown; On to the sodden stream. Only waiting till the ship embarks; Upon the crystal sea. Waiting till the arrow hits it's mark Waiting is no new thing to me. Only waiting as the hours pass, Like soft winds out of sight. Like towers of spun glass; Or shadows in the night. Dark secluded hours filled with tears. And dim and lonely nights. Pass through the jumble of the years; And fade and flicker out of sight. Yet there in the distance far away; It glows beyond the reaches of my scope. But I can see it in the twilight there. One small ember glowing bright with hope. Counting barren heartbeats, one by one. Waiting, staring into empty space; Then suddenly, in but a moment He is there. And I behold my Savior face to face. The trial is over, burdens lifted; And we mount high on eagle's wings. Shout with Angels all around us. Morning breaks, and the cosmos sing.