So why the wait ?
At the moment of his birth, we knew
that Marky was going to be short turned.
He would take a different route,
He’d leave us behind.
We never knew when.
So why the wait?
Even now, in the moment,
It seems like he’ll just stay
For a little while longer.
Marky lays in his hospital bed,
tripping on morphine, staring at the ceiling.
It seems like he’s waiting for Jesus
to come to the door and call his name.
We are many,
and the fellowship is intense.
So Jesus knows, right?
There’s a perfect plan
A perfect time
In the suffering we are made whole,
He is made whole.
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