heart pines away; I sing the blues.
I ask now and then: Where are you?
you real? Are you there for me?
When will I see you? When shall it be?
face the horizon; I take God’s hand.
In great expectation, I look over the land.
happens; oh woe is me.
What shall I do? When will it be?
tears in my eyes, I look up and smile.
God cups my face, and after awhile
softly speaks, and breaks the news:
"I am the one who was chosen for you."
you love me, year after year,
As you would have loved him if he had appeared?"
face grew pale, and my body shook.
I took his hand, too frightened to look.
I agreed to give it a try.
My suitor was here; he had finally arrived.