There is a man walking through life just as I,
With eyes on God, he lets his humanity show…
Asking Father if he will allow his latter years
To be blessed with the mate of Father’s choosing…
He isn’t looking, but his eyes are open to movement.
He isn’t longing,
but he knows that holding hands can soothe
He doesn’t feel empty.
But he knows that overflow is priceless
And so he walks alone, content
Knowing that when the fullness of time has come,
God will lead him to me.