Not Yet

Before our food, we bow in prayer
And pause before communion’s cup
And just before the host will share
He thanks the guests for showing up

And those who wish to ride the train
Will wait together at the stop
And travelers coming home again
Must halt before the door and knock

But why the need to still our heart
And wait before our needs are met?
Before the fellowship can start
We hear the old refrain, “Not Yet”

Anticipation is the key
Apart from which, our hope is locked
We long for flight expectantly
Just as an arrow freshly nocked

And though it may seem rather dumb
To watch for what we cannot see
We hope for what we know will come
Through faith, we’re waiting eagerly

But what of meals we eat alone?
And what of trains that never come?
For when returned from whence we roam
Our knocks, unanswered, leave us glum

Yea in this world and in this life
Not every promised pleasure comes
Our hope deferred cuts like a knife
And disappointment slowly numbs

And so we don despair and doubt
In dire disillusionment
And cast our faithful hoping out
As promises away are sent

But One who promises is true
And fellowship with Him is nigh
Rise up in faith and hope anew
We wait to meet Him in the sky