Sitting On A Swing

I feel like I've been
Sitting on a swing
Waiting for someone to push me
But sunset comes 
And I'm still here
Waiting ever so wistfully

I've been waiting all day
So I finally say
I must do this on my own
It took me long to realize
I'll probably always be alone

So I put my feet down
And push at the ground
It's time to swing myself
It took me long to realize
Not to wait on someone else

I enjoy the breeze 
And smile in the dark
But the longing comes again
It's times like these that I truly need
A companion and a friend

But there is one
Who is God's own son
He is Jesus and He brings peace
It took me long to realize
He's always beside me

This poem is about: 
Me
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