When the fog lifts
Open my eyes, Lord, so I can see the wonders of your love and the way you are working in my world. My vision is obscured. May way is unsure.
Dear one, trust me in the clouds and mist; in the descended fog, use your ears to listen.
Fog is nothing to me.
Listen for me. Look for me.
I have something beautiful in store, if you’ll just wait for it.
Be patient with me. Listen with me.
I am working this out.
My glory is on the way.