I was a child when from my bed
I called out to you,
for I had thought of a void,
where I no longer was—
no existence, only 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!
That hope is of endless life.
It is not one that fades
like the mist of an early morning.
That gift is eternal life,
like the life Adam lost
When he chose to turn away from you
It's been years since that night,
yet that hope still burns within me.
I know you will bring your promises
to fruition, that your words of comfort
will not go unfulfilled.
Until then, I patiently wait,
no longer a terrified child
crying from his bed,
but a man—a gray-headed man—
who awaits your call.