When you get really tired,
Of waiting on God's hand;
Think about Moses,
And the Promised Land.
They all wandered around,
Forty years and many nights;
And they weren't just looking,
At all the pretty sights.
Many wandered around,
And complained, most of them;
That's because their faith,
Grew so very dim.
We must pray and believe,
And then, in God's own time;
You'll receive God's Promise,
And your life He will realign.
Copyright 1999 Brenda A. (Preston) McMahon
1 comment:
I like this poem very much! Reading your blog has always been ministering & encouraging just like your friendship. Can I add something more to this waiting on God? I learnt that as human, we see time as a straight line. By a certain time, I must accomplish this or else I am a failure. But God sees time as a dot. He sees our lives in the light of eternity. I am so glad He sees the big picture & is neither late nor early but always on time. Praise God for His kairos (perfect) timing in our lives! :)
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