Waiting
I don’t dare to think of tomorrow
When I observe the first stars at twilight,
And in the morning I really don’t know
What the bright day will bring to me tonight.
Every my hour and every minute
I am waiting with humility,
Being immersed in thought like a hermit,
For my Lord, I must be all set and ready…
He can come and ask me at every time
About the simplest issues ever,
Then I’ll have the chance of a lifetime
To let my soul follow my Saviour…
Copyright © Jolanta Gradowicz | Year Posted 2006
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