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).
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