His Existence Is Our Hope

It doesn’t have to be perfect It just has to serve its purpose At the appointed time It will serve its purpose Though it be scarred It will be beautiful Though it be lost It will be found Though it be young It will be mature Though it be budding It will yield fruit Though she be called barren She will be with child Thou it be dry land It shall bring forth water Everything happens at the right time He makes no mistakes He needs no help He answers to no one His existence is our hope By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2015