March 27, 2024

The word may come on the phone or in print, or over the ether.
The news I’ve been fearing too long, and a loss beyond my bearing.
Come sit… with me… Until… the word comes…
And wait with me in the silence.

I’ve been longing to know the answer: Maybe yes. Maybe no.
My heart is beating so swiftly, and my veins are leaping and pounding.
Come sit… with me… Until… the word comes…
And wait with me in the silence.

This is the night of shadows and I know what will be.
Until then I will weep my prayer for deliverance I won’t receive.
Come sit… with me… Until… the soldiers come…
Just wait with me in the silence.

Come sit… with me… Until… the dawn comes…
Wait with me in the silence.

I had set a goal to write a new song for this Holy Week. I was pleased to have this song to play today.

© 2024 by Eric Anderson