When I fall asleep tonight

I will segue unconsciously from May to June, and before you know it we're past the half-way mark of my Wait To Get Out '10.

Multiple tabs, habitual refreshing, and comfortingly familiar bookmarks, but I thought something simple, resonant, worthy, should take stage front in this, another precipice post:

"...and till I see You face to face,

and grace amazing takes me home;

I'll trust in You..."