Where passion once colored our days,
the cycle of waiting feels endless,
never filling the ever-present void.
How might God’s purposes
overwhelm our Waiting?
Where passion once colored our days,
the cycle of waiting feels endless,
never filling the ever-present void.
How might God’s purposes
overwhelm our Waiting?
Where passion once colored our days,
the cycle of waiting feels endless,
never filling the ever-present void.
How might God’s purposes
overwhelm our Waiting?