tomorrow I fall in love?
in 16 hours you get healed?
What if next Tuesday Jesus came back?
in a week you get free pizza?
in 72 days you find that necklace you lost?
it’s all supposed to be a surprise?
And you keep trying to ruin it because you hate suspense but Jesus is sitting on the edge of his seat whispering:
“You’re almost there”
“It’s so close”
“It’s almost ready”
“It’ll be beyond perfect”
“You don’t even know”?
tomorrow I fall in love
and the night before it’s supposed to happen
I’m just sitting here
at my pity party for one
moping and crying
while upstairs Jesus is preparing a surprise party
I fall in love
and in 16 hours you get healed
we don’t know everything?
you knew that your miracle was coming soon?
we lived in expectation and anticipation
slowly dying in fear and desperation?