When the waves start to dance in a faster pace

And I look up at the sky,

I see the looming clouds grow dark 

And cover it, like night.

The wind swirls around me,

An eerie chill;

A shiver wraps around me

In a sudden frightful thrill.

It's coming.

I taste it:

The salty foreboding storm.

It's racing, on target.

But when I feel so alarmed,

Down on my knees again,

Down in the depths of my heart,

Toward heaven, up past the storm-

The words are hopeful

As it all sinks in

And the rain falls in torrents,

Trying to drown out my faith 

Once again.

But I'm waiting,

Waiting on a prayer.

After 40 days of relentless storms,

Coming and going 

Then coming again,

Forgetting what the warmth of the sun feels like-

It's trying to drown out my faith-

But I'm waiting,

Waiting on a prayer.

Because I know it's coming,

I know it will end;

One day, I'll feel the joy of the sunshine again.

Till then, Lord Jesus, I'm holding tight to this:

Faith that just won't quit;

And Love that is forever my comfort,

Because I'm waiting,

Waiting on a prayer.

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By: Melissa Leigh Conkey