Waiting for a Sign

Talking with God in the chapel,
I wait to hear a voice.
Asking Him to forgive me of my sins,
I plead for a sign of His choice.
He understands my simple cry,
And lets me know He heard.
Now I’m waiting for His simple sign
Of life or of His word.
I’ll wait, I’ll pray, I’ll try to hold on.
I’ll wait for what’s in store.
For though He heard my little cry,
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

9-25-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I do not even remember what I was praying about now.
So many years ago!