Dear sweet email,
sent at a bright and early 5 in the morning
who is greeted by my parents with a groggy groan -
but to me, you are no groan-able sight.
To me, sweet email, you are
a beacon of light, shining and bursting with hope
A white flag, waving high, sent through the barracks
of the endless war between myself and school’s 7am start
declaring a delicious delayed departure
for myself and my sisters.
You grant me the gracious gift
of turning over on my pillow,
setting my alarm to 7, and swiftly getting back to dreaming.
You instill upon my day
A day that cannot be anything but great, grand, perfect
For that day is shortened, and starts at 9.
Oh, two-hour delay, you are as rare as a four-leaf clover
but as welcome as a long-lost friend on my doormat
each time you choose to stop by
you will never be turned away.
Flashing yellow lights
strategic lined red barrels
blocked off exit ramps
Now is the time for us to receive
A great refreshing from the Lord
We breathe in Heaven's air
Feel its fresh breath, restoring life
As this season of big changes begin
The waves of glory come with the wind
The oil of joy erases our helplessness
Bringing peace, strength and joy anew
We thrive like a green house, our roots soaked
With stillness, peace and wellness,
The plans and promises of Heaven
Getting cultivated, activated and accelerated
As we soar like eagles, riding on the surge of Heaven
Moving into movements that never end!
As Autumn delays, I await
Winter's crystal snowflakes
With delight, I anticipate
Skating on frozen lakes
Golden leaves turning red
Bare tree limbs I will dread
But I will look ahead
To chillier days
As Autumn delays
Nothing's ever certain
When relying on a flight.
You may confront delays for which
You're powerless to fight.
A little snow or fog or else
Mechanical concerns
Might get you where you're going late -
Departures or returns.
It's futile making solid plans -
They're bound to disappoint
And when they do, just try your best
To not get out of joint.
God's delays are not God's denials
That more precious than gold be your faith's trials
Wait for your hope no matter how hard it seems
Though for now they may linger, remember your dreams
Write them down, make them plain, don't let them die
Keep them before your face, they shall speak and not lie
For God is not unrighteous to forget your labor of love
So work in faith with patience with power from above
Following those who obtain His promises in due season
God is a rewarder of the diligent for this reason
He which began a good work in you performs to finish
The good pleasure of His goodness, it will not diminish
So let patience have her perfect work that you may realize
In your heart on your lips with your ears before your eyes
He makes dreams come true, just have faith like a child's
For your vision... God's delays are not God's denials
Inspired by John Hagee
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