My Spirit moving with hope,
I wait for you, watching,
staring into the depths of the mirror,
I see myself.
I am beautiful in God's image!
I am made perfect, for I am a daughter of Jesus!
The eyeliner glides over eyelids, and mascara lilts.
All for you... but - nothing.
Nothing is seen, nothing is thought of.
An anticipation in my heart and a beating in my head,
I wait for you in the arms of Christ.
A very precious and comfortable place to wait.
You will fight for me one day, and pursue my love.
Until then, I wait with my Saviour beloved...
Until then, my Prince.
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