When Waiting Begins to Hurt

This is not one of my most put together poems, but a lot has been piling up recently and prompted me to write this. I was recently reminded in several ways how much I need to be storing up treasure in my eternal home, not in my temporary one.

Sometimes the waiting hurts 

When people we love die 

When pets go on 

And there’s financial strain 

When people get injured 

And decisions are hard 

The waiting begins to hurt 

It’s a subtle realization 

A small stabbing in the heart 

That this world 

Will never be my home 

I’m trying to store up treasure 

In that home, not this 

I’m laying aside things 

Knowing I’ll see them again 

But as friends go before me 

And hurt begins to stab 

I know I’ll see them again 

Because what’s lost in the world

That clings to His mighty grace

Is never lost for good 

It's waiting at home 

But this waiting is beginning to hurt 

I’m getting a hankering for home 

So I can see what I lost face to face 

And know, as I always have 

That all this pain 

Is worth the wait