Someday I will have a car that
Looks good and won’t breakdown
Every other weekend.
I’ll have an Airplane and fly,
High through the Sky with
The Birds of the air.
I’ll stare out the window of my study;
A grand vista exploding with the rising sun
As I sit and sip my steaming tea.
Someday I will gaze below at sands of foreign lands as I
Bring help to those who need your love
And glorify you as I fly
I’ll preach to crowds and to the few who’ll listen to
Your words of love and sacrifice
You taught me in the land of Ice.
I’ll relate the lessons which my heart has harshly striven to
Learn so well, and struggled much
My Savior’s will to try to do.
Someday I’ll stare into the eyes of the one who
completes me as we share our first kiss,
the thing that I have kept for her alone.
I’ll wake to the sound of running feet and see
My sons as they leap and tackle me,
Flying into arms of love.
By the fireside we’ll sit and stare into
The melty, messy, marshmallow goo.
Memories we’ll hold onto.
Someday it will come to pass within the perfect realm of
God’s timing great which He alone
Holds the key to the end of days.
Now I wait upon His words revealed, slowly and
Often somewhat blurred—as if reading in a mirror—
Though always more than what I’d thought at first.
Now I lean upon His name, and
Promises so faithful, true. Waiting as the Lord commands and
Still I wait, now, for Someday.
