I can't even put my finger on what it is I miss.
The rustle in the trees, the sounds of the crickets at night -
Even the coyotes would seem welcoming right now.
The full night sky seems a world away from me as I look up and see black.
I remember that shooting star, the hooting owl -
Your promises to me.
"Never will I leave you.
Your home is with me, child."
Still I lie in wait for You;
Your words bring life.
I hold onto the quiet whisper You give
And breathe with anticipation.
"Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh God my Father.
There is no shadow of turning with Thee
Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not
As thou hast been, Thou forever will be."
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