I was hoping that you'd be here,

but scared that here you'd be.

Hoping for a moment

to turn to two or three.

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A moment where we chatted

about things we'd soon forget.

But praying for that moment,

to speak without regret.

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To let you know I see you, 

through this struggle His strength shines,

bringing out your beauty,

as His will for you defines:

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The steps you take when trusting,

disappointment when you fail, 

but rising up and pressing on, 

upon His name you call.

 

And I hoped that you would be here, 

and I the courage to say,

I don't know what's in the future, 

but I'm glad you're here today. 

 

And maybe we could venture,

for coffee or to eat.

Or just to take a walk somewhere

or by the river seat.

 

But I fear the past you know, 

of mine's too dark to dare,

to open opportunity

for a moment us to share.

 

And like this poem I started,

with hope within my heart,

but doubt crept in and stole away,

my courage did depart. 

 

And I'm tired of this fear,

choking out the truth. 

No longer am I who I was

this much I swear to you. 

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And though I am not perfect, 

I know of one who is, 

And trust the plan he has for me,

the will I want is His. 

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And maybe if His will is you

these words will find a way, 

to let you know I wrote of you, 

and hope you hear today. 

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