Patience

Fading in and out, why can't it be clear?
I know what you're saying, yet your voice I cannot hear.

Though I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to think,
I keep hoping that this thought process will shrink.

I don't know you, and you don't know me,
so why can't I be free?

These thoughts of you keep me bound in chains,
and I know this fickleness must be strange.

I don't know what to do about not wanting to wait,
I want to meet you, I'm loosing faith in fate.

God will lead me on, this I know,
strictly and solely because His word tells me so.