Poem by Jane Warburton
You were with me on the mountain
You were with me out to sea
You were waiting in the wings for me to open my heart to thee
You gave me a life with man and children
Your provision was far and way enough
But my home and heart were very far from thee when disaster was brought about on me
You were with me in the pain
You were with me in the turmoil
You were waiting in the wings for me to open my heart to thee
I can recover, I can make right again
But where from comes that emptiness in me?
Like an itch I cannot soothe
I look to find the answer
I look here and I look there, not in horoscopes, Indian or Chinese
Not in people, not in things, nothing can satisfy
I do not know you are waiting in the wings for me
Guard your heart and guard your ways
The voice of reason speaks to me
You cannot allow them to see your shame
You are not worthy of His name
Protect yourself and go in vain
I do not know you are waiting in the wings for me
Forgiveness? The question burns in me..
Why should I let others off the hook when they abandoned me?
My heart breaks in remembrance, and yet
I hear a small voice speak to me
‘Forgive – it is you who will be freed’.
I do not know you are waiting in the wings for me
It is all arranged, the love exchange is in the air
Submissive, humble and underserving I go
For all to see, my heart is opened up to thee
My Lord, I love you, I am yours
I now know you have been waiting in the wings for me
Poem and image supplied by Jane Warburton 2021