I am waiting, Lord, on Thee,
Show me what You want for me.
I am resting; Thou art doing.
I am listening; Thou art wooing.
In the beauty of Thy will,
Draw me close, my being still.
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Show the path I cannot see.
I am foll’wing; Thou art leading.
I am hung’ring; Thou are feeding.
While I yield, through my tears,
Pour Your comfort, calm my fears.
I am resting, Lord, in Thee,
Keep my eyes on Calvary.
I am praying; Thou art giving.
I am dying; thou art living.
Not my will, but Thine instead,
Poured-out wine, and broken bread.
Kathleen R. Lewis
**Excerpt can be seen in The Elisabeth Elliot Newsletter September/October 1989