Waiting to be Born

I don’t remember not existing, being outside of space and time
But, there’s a book that’s full of history that tells me of a time before my life
I don’t remember being nourished by strangers wanting me to grow
But, friend, we all know that it happened, and it makes me want to know

What if we’re all waiting to draw that first breath?
And the life that you have hungered for hasn’t even started yet?
What if there’s a good, good father waiting to give more?
What if we’re all waiting to be born?

I didn’t know what color blue was ‘til someone cared enough to teach
I couldn’t even turn the light on ‘til I was tall enough to reach
So, what makes us think we know it all? In our thirty-some-odd years of life to date
Fact is, no matter what you’re banking on, it all just boils down to faith

What if we’re all waiting to draw that first breath?
And the life that you have hungered for hasn’t even started yet?
What if there’s a good, good father waiting to give more?
What if we’re all waiting to be born?

Yeah, we think that we know life and love, but are we really sure?
Do we know what’s on the other side of every bolted door?
All I ask is that you ask the questions in your heart
When we die is it the end of something? Or is it just the start?

What if we’re all waiting to draw that first breath?
And the life that you have hungered for hasn’t even started yet?
What if there’s a good, good father waiting to give more?
What if we’re all waiting to be born?
What if we’re all waiting to be born?

Written by Jordan Allen, Daddy Bellwether Publishing