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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On Christmas Eve, children lay in bed, In titillating agony as they await what lays ahead, They are in blissful torture pondering on chocolate cookies and hot chocolate, Their eyes are wide open with anxious hope of gifts to come, But Christmas Eve can be a hellish place for some, For some waiting feels like someone is pulling your toes off one by one, For some waiting feeling like you are wasting in a hot sun, “But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength, They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint!!” But Isaiah!! Dear Isaiah!! This waiting is an agony I cannot describe, As pain indwells my insides and blood infests my eyes, I do not wait for Christmas Trees and Stockings, I wait for something that many view as impossible, I wait for God to be the deity that I know her to be, Full of might and power and wonders to behold and see, Dear Isaiah, I know I must wait, But every day that passes is another day that I must endure this affliction, “But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength, They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run and not faint, they shall walk and not be weary” But dear Isaiah, my eyes are teary with the torment of a scorching sun!! Oh God above, Oh God of love, Oh God of bliss, Please don’t dismiss, These cries I wail, For this waiting, it is no titillating agony, It is an endless Christmas Eve, With no sign of the coming Son, Oh God, I know you’re faithful, Set me free from this agony, Fulfill your promise and bring the Whirlwind!!
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