though the rain is falling you walk on
through the blinding and the stinging
through the tears and the shame
through all the broken promises
through so many futures unlived

home is chilly and dark
because no one waits your voice
but you know that's only part true
you know there's one who waits
one who follows
one who watches

wet clothes in a heap
more water running
but hot and at your will, not God's
you soak out the cold and in the warm
you pray for solace in the steam
and comfort for your heart
and you pray for one who hurts
because he cannot love

and you wait some more
for God's will, not yours