I’ve waited in countless rooms with people on their worst days. In my years as a hospital chaplain, I had a front-row seat to some of the most horrific things people face every day. It was my job to look for light in these dark places and bear witness to it. I believed this before, but it became abundantly clear during those years that there is a sacred presence (I would call that presence God) in the waiting. God skips the useless platitudes and stays with us, patiently working overtime to make Love’s presence known. And as much as no one ever wants to wait in these rooms, there is a gift in the waiting because the divine waits with us. Is that too much for the bridge and a verse of a 4-minute song? Probably. But I felt like I had to write it anyway.