Loneliness and Longing
Arm in arm they laughed and she turned her head away.
She had that once, but it wasn’t there to stay.
Her eyes turned heavenward with unanswered questions there.
Yet trusting in God who counts every single tear and hair
Chair by chair the table emptied by the year
And she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘When will it just be me here?’
Her heart longs for heaven, to see Jesus face to face.
Anguishing over staying in this temporary place.
‘To live is Christ’ she knows, and she preaches to herself.
Even when she feels forgotten, put up on the shelf.
She says, ‘Don’t throw a pity party. Get up and move on.’
Don’t long for days that came and are already past and gone
Look instead to Jesus. Lay up treasures in Him.
I know it’s tough when your eyes with only tears do swim.
Peel your eyes open and look around at His grace.
Of your sins and guilt His blood has left no trace
Longing, she looks forward, even when her heart aches
Knowing that this world will bring many heartbreaks
But instead she asks, ‘Lord please heal me.
Help me to move on and be free.’
I want to move through life with a faith that is dauntless.
Knowing that only in my Savior and Lord is my confidence
Yet often I do stumble, and it feels like I go nowhere.
But the countenance of my Helper is oh so very fair.
‘Would I be able to go on without you by my side?’
I ask myself as I see you grow with love so wide.
I know I can release you, because you’re not mine but His.
In my moments of sadness, I remind myself this.
The lies in my head may say, ‘You don’t deserve a friend.’
Yet the truth says, ‘Jesus loves you even to the end.’
The lies in my head threaten, ‘No one can love you.’
Yet Jesus Christ has bought you with love so true.
Loneliness and longing. All wrapped in one.
Longing for the day that this life is done.
Loneliness for companionship, for someone to understand.
Yet knowing this comes from your Mighty Hand.
Make me here more lonely. So I run to you.
And then help me serve your body with your glory in view.
Till I reach the gates of glory with weary head and feet.
Hearing ‘Well Done’ from my Lord is a phrase that none can beat
Love you all!
I hope this poem ministered to your soul. 🙂