Good things coming to those who wait
A saying some find of import
Repeated at every turn of the way
Without thought I didn't weigh
With abandon I set out for the horizon
The blues -come -down beckon
And my hopeful sole trudge on.
A day draws up to my doorstep
In an instant, O abrupt like a slap
Colorful without pretense
Gifts wafting in the air, incense
To my worn torn mind,
A kind reminder,
Good is always in the offing,
For He said so.
He planned that all things work for good.
Thank you Lord, God.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Good things coming to those who wait
A saying some find of import
Repeated at every turn of the way
Without thought I didn't weigh
With abandon I set out for the horizon
The blues -come -down beckon
And my hopeful sole trudge on.
A day draws up to my doorstep
In an instant, O abrupt like a slap
Colorful without pretense
Gifts wafting in the air, incense
To my worn torn mind,
A kind reminder,
Good is always in the offing,
For He said so.
He planned that all things work for good.
Thank you Lord, God.
