Uniquity

If I am complimented on my faith, Lord, what should I say?

You know, You see, my faith is nothing but waiting

they seem to think that it grows flowers

but it's dry, so very dry.

It's a flat dry ocean, for miles and miles

the ground is nothing but curled chips of dry clay

and that's all, that's all, just that and waiting

for a rain that will bring flowers

a rain that may come

tomorrow?

but we've been waiting so very long,

since before I've been born

and why should you come tomorrow?

why not in a million years?

why not a trillion?

if your soon is so different

God, would you have me hope?

I do hope, inasmuch as I am alive

I hope, yes, but the widow's bones

are dry outside the judge's house

she's still waiting.

You'll find faith, sure enough

I cannot do anything else

if you do not answer, 

then there's no use going home

so let our bones dry out

at your doorstep

I will not be surprised

when you come,

but I will not be surprised

when you don't either.

we are brought very low

please excuse us

if we are only bones

these bones are faith,

waiting.