I Await

I was a child when, from my bed,
I called out to you,
For I had thought of a life of void,
Where I no longer was.
No existence, nothingness,
Was what haunted my thoughts.
Fear, utterly gloomy and numbing,
Embraced me, its coldness reaching
Into the deepest part of my being.
But that fear—that agonizing fear—
You removed from me
And replaced it with hope.
It is a wondrous hope!
This hope is one of endless life.
It is not one that fades away
Like the mist of an early morning.
That wonderful gift of eternal life
Is like the one Adam squandered
When he selfishly chose
To turn his back on you.
It's been years since that night,
Yet that hope still burns within me.
I know you will bring
Your promises to fruition.
Your words of comfort
Will not go unfulfilled.
Until then, I patiently wait,
No longer in fear,
No longer a terrified child
Crying on his bed,
But a man, a gray-headed man,
Who awaits your call.