Wait

A friend told me that a bereaved parent lives in two worlds...half of their heart is here and the other half is constantly longing for heaven.  Another friend said she walks around with one foot in the grave.  I wish I could hear his sweet voice again whisper..."Momma..."
Coming up on the 1 year anniversary of his death is harder than I had imagined.  I feel like I'm starting the grieving process all over again.  While others lose track of time and forget, it is still fresh for us.  The date is forever engraved on our hearts and the anticipation of it is it's own difficulty.

Lyrics:

Wait
Wait, I can hardly wait
To look into Your face
When the world disappears into Your eyes

Wait, I can hardly wait
To hear your sweet voice say
You've done well, my good and faithful son

Breathe, I can hardly breathe
In anticipation
Waiting for the day to come
When You will shine on me

Wait, I can hardly wait
To bow at Your feet
Kiss the scars that bore my sins away
I can hardly breathe In anticipation
Waiting for the day to come
When You will shine on me