I am buried in years of excuses;
Blinkers on, choosing not to see,
As You’ve waited for me –
Seeking ever to catch my eye.
I stumble through the crooked streets,
Looking for light where darkness only dwells,
And when you cast fireflies in my path,
I miss them, too busy looking for something else;
I’m scared to acknowledge it sometimes,
And yet, throughout all these years,
As I avoided you,
I’ve begged to hear your voice.
Dear God, I’ve spent my life missing you,
So surely it’s too much to hope
That You’d spare me a moment now,
I won’t presume you’re free this instant,
Let me know when’s best for You;
I know You’ve got the world to watch
But Lord, if you love me still,
Tell me when, and I’ll be there.
And then He says, no hesitation –
My child, how about right now?
~ Ilana Reimer