Now

Now that I’ve seen you, laughed and touched your hand,
I won’t forget you make me understand.
I could not see the forest through the trees,
But seeing you has put me on my knees.

I heard your words, “The future would be bright.”
But all I saw was first would be the night,
A long dark night I didn’t want to face,
But waiting is the price to pay for grace.

So as my mind brings pictures back to me
Of looking in your eyes, oh what I see-
If this can be the promise surly fate
Will lend a hand in helping me to wait.

The lesson I must learn-that letting go
Is not the end of love that I will know.
For all the times that you were waiting too
The least that I can do is wait for you.

And that is what I’m doing, waiting now,
And God will get me through this pain somehow.
I’ve always loved you. I will count this pain
As more than I had ever hoped to gain.

John H. Bidwell