Waiting for the Son

I've got this moon on my back
And this road in front of me
And though the Lady stands on the moon
I'm still waiting here for you
Oh, come and get me

Hope fills up my lungs
But that road seems so long
And no matter how hard I try
I can't see beyond the sky
How can I go on?
I'm waiting for the Son to come

And the wind turns toward the east
With the bending of the trees
I hear you whisper
How much do you trust?
For this world is merely rust
Compared to my beauty

And the sky paints strokes of gray
And causes me to stay
You're not far away
And the storm picks up
And I'm covered in your love
Oh, I'm free
Oh, I'm free

The haze turns to dark
The moon is just a spark of your presence
Like pedals on the flower
Twelve stars crowned her this hour
Oh, what a fragrance

Enthroned within her womb
With such pleasant perfume is my Jesus
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the Son to come
Waiting for the Son to come



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Rodrigue
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