In between the singing and the laughter,
My heart is breaking like never before.
In between this fog and the hereafter,...
I am praying for time--just a bit more.
And I know the promise of peace and goodwill
Is something I should meditate upon;
And I do believe, I know I always will;
But here between this endless night and dawn,
I am crying, as I intercede for you;
Hoping, yearning for your restoration.
In the midst of everything I say and do,
There's a restlessness, a desperation,
An ache no jubilant songs can assuage;
I am lost inside this dark, unturned page,
Fading in this wintry uncertainty,
Waiting between what is and what will be.
© 2018 David Acosta Perez
Is something I should meditate upon;
And I do believe, I know I always will;
But here between this endless night and dawn,
I am crying, as I intercede for you;
Hoping, yearning for your restoration.
In the midst of everything I say and do,
There's a restlessness, a desperation,
An ache no jubilant songs can assuage;
I am lost inside this dark, unturned page,
Fading in this wintry uncertainty,
Waiting between what is and what will be.
© 2018 David Acosta Perez
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