By: Kayla Barton
Here I sit leaning over on the floor,
Excited, expectant to what You have in store.
You spoke into existence, You framed our every step,
Nothing was ever lost it was in Your hands You kept.
Fear of the unkown crept in as we waited on Your time,
The mountain of glory awaiting, panting as we climbed.
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob; never does He change,
Caught seeing blurry vision as He sees everything plain.
Asking us to do what we thought to be endless fight,
Using it to shape our being into what could only be right.
Sacrifice a living being for the Glory of a King,
Count the stars in heaven as I give You everything.
If I spoke it through My Spirit, surely it will be,
The promise you've been waiting for manifested with glee.
Trust Me in this process as you come to the end of the way,
It's a new dawn I'm setting up for you, My heart wonders if you'll stay.
The gift of this season comes with a roaring shout,
I'm wrapping yours up now beyond a shadow of a doubt.