Waiting For the Day

There will come a day not too far away,
When we will hurt no longer.
We will rise and run,in a new world begun,
And not be weak, but stronger.

Our deepest longings will all be met
Sorrow and suffering, we shall forget.
We will shed our infirmites like ragged clothes,
Sickness and suffering we shall no longer know.

In that land, I'll reach for your hand,
And find yours reaching back.
In body and soul we shall both be whole,
There will be nothing that we lack.

For now we must dwell in this vale of tears,
but what is now cloudy, will someday be clear.
Until then, I pray the wait won't be more than we can bear,
But to still believe that you and me will be finally free.......somewhere