The Wait is Over

The Wait is Over

I can feel God in the chord progressions

I can sense His love dancing on the air

I can accept His touch in the words that fly

The ones I can and cannot compare

I see His order as it falls in the shadows

The light from the sun on the vines

I see His dance as He moves on the spring winds

Not knowing the depths of His glory that are mine

I see the call of new life in the flowers

I hear His voice in the sound from the trees

I see His foundations in the blades of the grasses

I sense His awe as I go to my knees

I stand in the midst of His glory in springtime… 

K, Duane Carter 3-19-11