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Writer's pictureWayne Gough

The waiting game



I’ve seen so much sorrow

So much pain

So much hurt, so much shame

There is no peace unless peace comes down

Where is salvation in Jerusalem town?

I look down to the ground and I frown

And the days and days just keep turning around

It’s a long time to wait by the temple gate oh my fate

Yet I hesitate I’d-hate be late so I wait and I wait

How long to sing this song , yet could I have got it wrong

All along am I walking in misstep, the words I heard were they really your spirit

I am getting old, days fall like the mist’ I resist

Yet the years ccreep on me, set me free let me see

The promise I keep, yes I weep

For Israel’s sorrow, a better tomorrow

Yet will I die before I cast my eyes on the prise

On the gift of the skies, the king of the wise

The Christ

So I remain here, the voice was so clear

Yet do I really hear, what I thought I had heard

Cut through the noise, the message was plain

Await the arrival, the king off the kings

Oh spirit that led me oh hope that has fed me

And said to me to remain steadly

It’s a long time to wait by the temple gate oh my fate

Yet I hesitate I’d-hate be late so I wait and I wait

And wait and wait and wait

Then I see approaching, encroaching on the temple door

And I fear no more, yet I shake to my core and more

So much more than I every could dream of

Mother father and child’ my senses go wild

The spirit inside me erupts my heart dances

A thousand fragments of light in this place

A thousand moments suspended in grace

And my waiting days are done

For I have touched the hope in Jerusalem

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