BIDING HIS TIME
Once, not long ago
I feared what the morrow
might hold
Lonely, scared, never
having been on my own
I did not think I could
make it alone
but as the season change
so did I
I became- a little wise,
for I realized
I would live, not die
for GOD can mend a broken heart
A shattered dream
a life torn apart
He bides His time
while meeting
your needs
and as on the wings
of a bird, He can set
you free...
so let Him have
His time
and do not rush
Him so
and you will find
a life and love better than you could
have chose...
Donna Golden
