15 marca 2013
Patient One
FOR MANY YEARS they crowded me -
they grew so very tall...
but You, my Lord, had stunted me -
created me so small.
They pushed me off
and stole the sun,
and rose up to the sky...
but every year You held me down
and I had wondered why.
The winds and rain
blew very hard.
Beneath them I was crushed...
and You, my Lord, had gone away.
My blaring screams were hushed.
For many years this happened -
and they'd ignore my plea...
and You, my Lord, seemed not to care,
when they would laugh at me.---
So many years have passed since then -
a hundred years or so...
yet You, my Lord, answered my prayers,
and patience let me grow.
A million weeds had laughed at me -
yet long ago they passed...
and You, dear Lord, protected me,
just as my prayers had asked.
For many years Your little tree -
was pushed around by weed...
but oh, dear Lord, You strengthened me
and met my every need.
And now today, I tower high.
I'm seen for many miles -
but oh, dear Lord, You've taught me well.
You've humbled all my smiles.
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Psalm 37:7 (NASB) Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.