by Joel Howard
We panic, we quake at the thought of distance
We want You to stay and not leave
You give, Lord, and You take away from us
Yet you've promised to stay and not leave
Lest we confuse Your hand with Your Spirit
That when You withdraw something good
You still haven't left, Lord, You're near us
And sometimes its best when You leave us
Lacking, wanting, worrying, waiting
Watching for the day You'll return!
Lacking, leaning, clinging, cleaving
Watching for the day for which we yearn
For the Day You'll return!