I have been awake and have slept alone; tired of being on my own.
As years just passed, I was on my knees, crying for someone to hear my pleas.
Because once I met that beautiful face I seemed to be on an exhausting chase,
To get her close while she was so far and to have her heal my beating scar.
But as I ran so far away, I saw the day get dark and gray.
And she just sat there all the same; acting like it was all a game.
Little did I realize then that my cry was heard when I said “amen.”
And that He that watches over you, was watching over my life too.
Being company when I was alone; telling me I was not my own,
And that the love I knew had a different name that wasn’t even half the same.
Schay
