Here in His arms my soul rests.
It’s in His love that my heart is calmed.
In His presence I know they are found, safe and sound.
His love abounds, reassuring of His peace.
Reassuring of His strength, a strength unlike any other.
For now I sit.
I sit with a longing, a stirring.
A desire to see their faces.
A desire to feel their embraces.
A yearning remains.
A yearning to pray.
To pray with them.
To reach a realm of the heavenlies, a realm unknown to men.
A longing lingers.
A longing to leave.
To leave the ways of mediocrity.
To leave the ropes of entanglement.
To leave the ways of ordinary.
To leave the ways of easy and safe.
A longing to run.
To run into the ways of love, a love unhindered.
To run into hope, a hope rooted in Him.
To run into different and free.
To run into complicated and dangerous.
To run knowing He’s carrying me through.
This moment I shall soon see.
This moment I shall soon know.
For now I wait.
For now I seek.
For now I long.
For now I call out, calling out to my King.
He knows my heart and its desires.
Its desire to run.
Its desire to be there.
Mexico and no where else.
Just as I do.
A season is brewing.
A season of adventure.
A season of unhindered abandonment to Him.
A season of love, a love so pure.
A season of growing.
For soon I shall see their faces.
I shall feel their embraces.
For soon I shall be reunited.
Until that moment.
Until that day.
Until then, I sit and I wait.