packages are strewn
and dishes piled up to the sky
friends and family chatting
on the couches close nearby
carols have been sung
and that great Story has been read
chock-full-of-sugar littles
are all tucked up in their bed
but what is this i’m feeling?
is this holy discontent?
this longing deep inside my soul
for that for which i’m meant
for fields of greener pastures
for the lift of sorrow's weight
for the last tear to slide down
to sit before the feasting plate
to finally discard the sheath
that holds me, oh so tight
that sometimes breaks my back
and gives me such an awful fright
i long to see Your face
to feel the things You made us for
to be with You forever
through that long-awaited door
but for this moment, thank You
for the nearness of ones loved
for gentleness and quiet
the busy for a minute shoved
and thank You for the blindness
You have wiped from my own eyes
for the mud slapped on my face
that showed me new and glorious skies
and thank You for the knowledge
for the hope that is secure
for the Friend forever faithful
and the future that is sure
Thank you.
The last stanza is our sure hope and anchor.