Today I think it will be soon
I stand and look at the silver moon
On a quiet hilltop with the rustle of leaves
Silently I wait as my heart grieves
My God, He watches me in my pain
Promising “Child, there will be rain
The seeds I have planted, I will feed
Till they grow and fulfill your deepest need
I wait in the silence, the cold moon sails
The veil will lift
For Jesus never fails
© Rita Farhat Kurian
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