I Wait
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord; Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. If you, Lord, kept a record of sins, Lord, who could stand But with you there is forgiveness, so that we can, with reverence, serve you. I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope. I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning. Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for with the Lord is unfailing love and with him is full redemption. He himself will redeem Israel from all their sins.
Psalm 130 (NIV®)
How Long?
How long? How long?
The cry echoes through the centuries.
Looking up at the countless stars,
waiting for the promised child,
a father waits for the birth of a nation.
He listens, misunderstands, makes mistakes, starts over again.
Impatience maps a trail
of wrong turns and redemptions
Deception repeatedly dividing brothers
as jealousy and fear sells family into slavery
Summoned to sit with kings
and growing as memories fade
Until the nation wins its freedom from oppression
only to wander the endless desert
and enter a promised land
where so rarely there is peace.
Looking up at a distant star,
waiting for the promised child,
whose death and resurrection whisper rebirth.
We listen, misunderstand, make mistakes, can start over again.
Tracy Ingham
Film, music & Photos by Simeon Smith