Wait
If I gave my service to earthly kings
My arm would be a jeweled sky
And I would worth my weight in rings
Of gold and medals shine the eye
Or earth would bow before. But here
A great Creator, who unseen, bids
Me wear my servant-hood and share
The blistering burdens taunted amids
The rabble rousing rancid crowd
Where bragging of wealth is disallowed
Except that in which I find you ... faith
To labor, hope, and in the rabble wait.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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