Poetry. (again)

The majesty of Your wonders,
Flows down like a ruler's train,
Filling the world with Your splendor,
And the glory of Your reign,

Only a taste of the celestial,
And my heart longs for much more,
For the day that victory will fill Your house,
And we will be with you forevermore,

Oh how I long to be with You,
To sit at Your feet in peace,
Bathed in the light of Your mercy,
Pain to forever cease,

Oh for the hands on the clock to spin fast,
Hurry each day to the end,
When suffering and sorrow will be no more,
And every wound shall mend,

Lord please do not condemn me,
For wishing my time away,
For 'tis only in sweet longing,
For that final, glorious day.

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My heart lets out a heavy sigh,
No longer surprised by pain,
It adds another brick to its wall,
Tired of playing games,

Cynicism slowly overtakes,
Another corner of my heart,
Saying love is only in fairy tales,
To give up, and be smart,

I am an eternal optimist,
Drowned in pessimistic thought,
Empty-handed at every turn,
For a sign of whom I sought,

Oh, for another soul to love,
A warm, strong hand to hold,
To love and be loved by another,
Would be far more precious than gold,

To find the other half to my heart,
The rhythm to my rhyme,
I've waited and I'm waiting,
Such a long and painful time,

Lord, I know you have a plan,
But I'm plagued by doubt and fear,
Apathy is poisoning me,
Numb without a tear,

My heart retracts in distrust,
Not wanting yet to feel,
I do not want my heart to be hard,
But how, without hurting, can I be real?