Coming King?

Coming King
What's happening?
Said you're on your way
But here's the thing

I've been waiting
here in the cold
It's getting harder
as I grow old

Feet are frozen
My stomach growls
Whatever I swallow
only lasts a while

My friends have left me
No one looks back
to know they're missing
It's their hearts I lack

My stores are empty
It's tough to bear
looks of pure pity
in strangers' stares

So are you hurrying
or taking a while?
Can't say I follow
your snail-like style

Hey will I know you
when you show your face?
Will I even notice
your touch of grace?

What'll be your signals
Babe meek n mild?
Or a tide n a torrent
Holiness that's wild?

Jesus I beg you
Bring on what you bring
Don't keep me waiting
Be coming, King!