God chose someone. I know that.
"Just wait, be good," they all say.
Add pearls to my hope chest,
Hide yearnings in my heart.
God made him, someone special,
To fit me in every way; he will.
I'll love him. We'll smile.
The time is just not now.
These are the whispers of a little girl.
I'm waiting. I'm saving. I'm singing,
But Jesus, I do wonder.
I want to meet you.
I want to know things about you.
I want to say your name out loud and not feel silly.
I want to laugh with you,
Hold your hand and dance around the room,
Tell you things nobody else has never known about me.
I want to listen. I want to be there,
An umbrella when it's raining,
Your smiling flower when it's sunny.
I'll be yours. You'll be mine,
A reflection of all He ever planned.
I don't know if we've met, but when we do,
I'll be here.