Waiting For Love

I said I wasn’t gonna tell nobody but I couldn’t keep it to myself
Oh I couldn’t keep it too myself
Oh I couldn’t keep it too myself
I said I wasn’t gonna tell nobody but I couldn’t keep it to myself
What the Lord has done for me
You ought to been there when God saved my soul
You ought to been there when she placed my name on the roll
I started walking
I started talking
I started singing
I started shouting what the Lord has done for me

Spilling over,
bursting up,
showering down celestial condensation,
saturated,
drenched,
soaked,
drowning love.
Grace, mercy, and liberating love.
So good love that it frees you up to love yourself when
“nobody knows the trouble I see”
kind of love.

Love somebody else kind of love,
when they’ve been shut out, left out, counted out, and kicked out.
Love so rich it restores the disinherited and sets captives free.
This love right here, you’ve got to tell somebody about it love.
Can’t keep it to yourself kind of love.
Because it’s a sin to keep this wondrous, beautiful, and mysterious love to yourself.
People are waiting for this kind of love.
Tell it, tell it, tell it everywhere you go.
Don’t keep it to yourself;
let it burst up, overflow kind of love.
Because by telling it,
that’s love too.

  1. How would you describe love?
  2. What does love lead you to do?

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// CREDITS //
Written & Spoken by Waltrina Middleton
Music by Podington Bear
Footage by VideoBlocks
Edited by Jim Kast-Keat

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