Back then you were young and the world was your oyster,
Promising treasures that sparkled and shone;
Back then there was love hiding 'round every corner,
Promising family, promising home.
Back then God was simple and life was more gentle,
And people invariably reaped what they sowed;
Back then there was hope in the years still before you,
The ballad of Heaven's assurances flowed.
Chorus:
You're a lady in waiting, lady in waiting...
While promises wrinkle and age with the years.
You're a lady in waiting, lady in waiting
For God to come closer and quiet your tears.
For now years have passed and the life you had dreamed ofHas faded to grey in reality's glare;
The promises you thought you heard softly whispered,
The dreams of the future no longer are there.
So how do you wait for fulfillment of promise,
And how do you wait for the ache to subside?

And can there be confidence after the sorrow?
Can you run into His arms open wide?
Chorus:
You're a lady in waiting, lady in waiting...
While promises wrinkle and age with the years.
You're a lady in waiting, lady in waiting
For God to come closer and quiet your tears.
Bridge:
Woman, take heart and be strong.
God has been holding you close all along...

I liked your poem and accompanying pictures. I often look at pictures of older people and even the people I pass on the street and wonder about their young dreams and if they are happy with life's unfolding. So many people ... so many dreams ... so few people with joy in the assurance that He reigns and unfolds our life in the very best way.
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