The clock ticks and another hour hits.
The birds fly around the bend.
And so I wait and I watch.
I wait for the voice of the man above.
The one who sees my heart.
Where doubts and shadows fade.
Where my value is always seen.
He spoke a word and all came to be.
I wait and I watch for his call.
I wait for the one who sees me throughout it all.
Maker please catch me when I fall.
You gave me wordplay as a weapon.
Now let wisdom be my shield.
And grace be my garment.
© Jillian Alexandria Weiss