A Little Late
The moon is up a little late this day,
waiting for me;
knowing I am to come.
How could that be; I am not here.
HE knows; he must watch me from the beginning.
I have many travels, this HE knows.
HE will guide me, waiting from me;
preparing me for all which is to come.
HE knows the paths, I must follow;
that's why He waits for me.
The moon is up a little late this day.
Catherine Johnson Broussard
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2017
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