Watching the world passing by,
Searching for the place called Home,
When all she can do is cry.
The time is short upon this land,
Take every opportunity, she once was told,
She sits and waits for his command,
Her heart's desire? His form to hold.
Will it be soon? Will it be later?
Her mind racing with all these thoughts,
But doubts and fears she knows no better,
Longing for love, security and support.
Aching heart yearning, her desire?
To touch his lips and hold Him tight,
Snuggling close, her heart on fire,
Serving him all day and through the night.
lakia spirit {MC}
(02-09-05)
