How much longer must I stand and wait, With tired hands and a heart that aches? The walls feel close, the road unclear, And every day seems to echo fear. The City calls from a distant place, A chance for change, a different space. A tiny house could give room to breathe, Yet both bring debts I cannot easily leave. I'm trying to do what I know is right, Still walking forward, though without much sight. I've prayed and hoped and held on tight, Yet answers seem hidden beyond my sight. Lord, I confess, my faith feels small, Sometimes I wonder if You hear at all. I need Your mercy, I need Your hand, For I cannot carry this weight alone. Yet somewhere deep beneath the pain, A tiny ember still remains. Not certainty, not perfect peace, Just enough hope to not completely cease. So if I cannot see the whole way through, Show me the next step, Lord, that's true. And if this season is shaping me still, Help me trust Your heart when I can't see Your will. For though I'm weary and often afraid, I place my tomorrow where Your promises stay.