The Pause before the Song

The clouds each hold their weight in blessings
Awaiting the appointed day;
The tide rolls in, and strolls back out
As heart strings long for chance to play;

On hold until you mark the date,
Please give me patience as I wait—

The epic of the ages told
By lingering color in the sky:
Tonight I’m mourning with the moon
But someday you will help me fly;

I know you hold my every tear,
Please give me courage through my fear—

I see the rain clouds rolling in,
I see the breaking of the dawn,
I feel my wings grow strong again,
My heart is bursting forth in song;

The storehouse opens, now I see
The perfect plans you had for me…