I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.

Psalm 40:1


You are good, Lord,
healing while we hang tight.
We wait,
knowing your presence,
though not feeling.

You are big,
in everything that’s good,
in all that’s worthy of wonder.
How could you possibly fail us?

The sky is your gift,
an artist’s pallete,
ever changing.
Beholding it,
a source of peace.

We turn our faces upward
and see you there,

New every day.