Ok, I'm just going to say this, be confessional and admit;
That I hate waiting, it makes me want to throw a hissy fit.
I know that doesn't sound spiritual, but it surely is the truth;
Standing around, hands in my pockets, is totally uncouth.
Dependent on someone else... ugh, the intolerableness of it all;
Makes me want to scream, when progress comes to a crawl.
It was fine when I was a baby, and didn't know any better;
If I sat there all day, in a diaper getting wetter and wetter.
Maybe this is why, we don't remember those early days;
To keep us from blowing a gasket, and coming off as crazed.
Is anyone with me here, or am I in this struggle all alone?
That I hate waiting, in every single form that can be known.
The grocery store for instance, there's a conspiracy against me;
It's true whatever line I pick, I'll get the new and slow trainee.
So if you ever see me in a store, please pick the other line;
You'll be out of there so fast, back home, relaxed in no time.
I wish that I were done, but there's something more to be said;
I hope this won't offend, and it's submitted with some dread.
In those times I have to wait, the very last thing I want to hear;
Is a spiritual pep talk on patience, let's make that crystal clear.
I know patience is a virtue, God is working things for my good;
He loves me in my circumstance, even when I've misunderstood.
Telling myself these things, while standing in another line that lags;
Yeah, down at the DMV, I've been waiting three hours for car tags.
So I get it my Christian brother, even if it appears I don't engage
It's just hard to hear it, from a guy who struggles with road rage.
Nowhere is your patience more tested, than on the adoption trail;
Before the Promise land, a wilderness, many times you'll want to bail.
But in my office are scores of pictures, children who've found a home;
Each of them a thousand-word sermon, that you will not always roam.
Your wait will have an ending, And God 's promises will come true;
The treasure was hidden in the difficult, He gave the grace to see it through.
By: Dave Wood