Wait
Too oft interpreting my nerve
can miss the chance to know reserve,
not diabolical but serve
to know a hope in thee, unswerve.
Is constant as the day takes curve
and waits upon but not unnerve.
Is waiting, as the day holds urge
do wait on holding thee in verve!
From thy own restless heart's conserve
holds prayer to open thy observe.
Where fear treads not, and God defers
our struggle in each other's, near ~
To His affirm in Glories cheer!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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