Wait, wait, wait, the thought I just hate,
For it often seems such a cruel fate
That even my Lord will choose to be late.
It makes life difficult there is no debate.
Patience is not a very popular trait,
For we prefer life at a high speed rate.
But God expects us to just stop and wait,
And hit the break on our high speed gait.
At first the slowness will our mind frustrate,
But the long terms benefits will truly be great.
“Instant Christian, changed overnight;
Anything easy, `cause that’s what we like.
Help me grow, Lord; show me how;
Give me the patience — I want it now!”
Yet as I live them, strange I did not know
Which hours were destined thus to live and shine,
And which among the countless ones would grow
To be, peculiarly, forever mine.
If I but wait, perhaps, this hour will be
Like silver in the sun, some day, to me!