Summer 2004
A Place Called Waiting

It is in the place called Waiting, distractions loose their power,
Like waves beneath the surface, that cause the oceans’ roar
Its only in the deep, where stillness seems to dwell
A lonely place much set apart, and flesh does not do well

But in this place called waiting, many treasures to be found
Yes, waiting is a journey unlike activity,
For in this place of waiting, I find His life in me
And now instead of fretting, worry, fear, and dread
I find a sweet, sweet solace in waiting here instead

Oh free at last from what I feared, of being all alone
For in this place of waiting, I find I have a home
And then the noisome rumblings cease of where, what, when and how,
It’s as I wait, these things all pass, and here you are with me
So grateful for the rest and peace found in this secret place

Waiting hurteth for a while, but this too shall pass, you’ll see
So like a journey day by day new things are to be seen
Parallel to the one we knew while yet so unfulfilled
This path leads to fullness, the center of His will

Come one, come all, who have an ear to hear the Fathers heart,
It’s in this place called waiting that we are set apart
Protected, covered, nurtured, led by Him alone,
Our doing comes from being now, not the other way around

From this place called waiting, there comes a rest in God,
Now He can lead and show the way, that others too may see
In waiting, He shall surely find His resting place in thee.

Jennifer Pasola