All Glory To Patience
I talked in a place where there is no dimension
Or has many dimensions No; I did not talk;
I read the instructions, no, not in a place
but everywhere, in land , in space
And those are for me
and God knows very well
that I flounder and break into His rules
And give twist and turn
at my will as I do not like His way
of thrusting upon me
so many cumbersome duties
and erecting barricades which come
in my way of getting gratified
but what I see that I like ,too:
a complete wonder
and this is in His behaviour:
His treatment to me;
instead of getting angry
He continues to shower blessings
and pour mercy
and gives me lots of time
so that I may repent
for my rebellious deeds , in retaliation
He does not press the button or cut the thread
rather stands waiting with a bucket
of promises of forgiveness,
if I mend my ways :
all glory to His patience ,
I am slowly drawing towards Him.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2013
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