Before us

I wish I had crossed your street on some ordinary day, beneath the same sun perhaps in the park, or at your church, finding your smile I’d know my search was done

And without knowing, I was already waiting for you through every turn God was leading me through how many goodbyes were left behind how many winters grew gentle and kind

Had it been before, I would not have known soul’s sweet relief when the breeze had blown today I understand — it was protection it wasn’t delay, but preparation the time is His, so perfect and faithful joined two broken pieces beneath the same sky blue.