To Anticipate

I anticipated and got it wrong.

Others did the same, but I still felt dumb.

I anticipated. Next time I’ll get it right,

But I followed through the darkness without turning on the light.

I anticipated that the Lord would carry me.

So, I didn’t fill my tank, and now I pay a hefty fee.

I anticipated that the Lord would understand.

My pray was quick and feeble ’til I felt His mighty hand.

I anticipated. Yes, I know Amazing Grace.

Still, I put off my repentance. Got a hard slap in the face.

Something’s got to give. I’m not that slow to learn.

Anticipation’s one thing, but maybe I should yearn.

I stalled at the same spot where heart and action meet.

Those things my heart desired most were stomped by someone’s feet.

“Why me? Why always me,” I say. “Why must I subjugate?”

When is my turn? Where’s my reward? What have I to anticipate?”

He answered with an instant thought – a feeling of sweet peace.

He’d read my mind and touched my heart, My spirit put to ease.

My fingers in Isaiah. My trouble still awaits.

My life a living picture that God anticipates.

“Even before they call, I will answer; while they are still speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24, (CSB).