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