exchange

there's a certain pain that is small, but stays

i'm accustomed to masking it well, especially in laughter

it gets annoying

but i have faithful people in my life

and some of them see through it

and understand

i'm working through it

as to say, God is working it out

and i'm remaining

for now, there's an exchange for my time

my effort

my sweat

my voice

mostly my heart

that i throw on the table

and God says, "Dude, I've got this...just wait for me."

the exchange shows up here and there

but it isn't fully transacted until then, whenever that is.

and it's odd that someone so finite as me, gets so impatient with God and his infinite timing...if anything it makes sense to be the other way around. except he's incredibly compassionate and long suffering.

it might be subjective, but all everyone says now is "You're ready...just wait for that green light"

"Let's skip the charades
You're seeing right through me anyway
Can we just speak plain?
We're playing for the same team"

-Cold War Kids