The Right Time For Waiting


Sometimes I have to wait for God,

Until His perfect time,

His count of days, His thoughts and ways

Are different far from mine.

I reach to pick half-ripened fruit,

Impatient to be blest,

But I must slowly walk with God

And wait, to have His best.


Sometimes God has to wait for me;

He bide me rise and go,

And I stand still, nor trust His will;

My doubting feet are slow.

The Enemy is hard at work,

No lazy idler he;

Lost souls are dying without hope,

And must God wait, for me?


by Barbara C. Ryberg