As a child watches for her father, so I watch for You.
Ever ready to follow. . . To do. . . . What it is, You wish me to do.
Humbly, Father, I await, and watch for the sign.
Truly, I know that I am Yours, and that You are mine.
So, I sit here by the window, opened wide, for me to see.
I expect Your mighty blessing, and for the Samuel, you’ve sent to me.
Thank You, Father, for Your blessing, and thank You, for Your love.
I await in stillness, for the direction of the Dove.
© 2008 Sandra Lewis Pringle
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