Saturday, July 24, 2010


How often when You whisper "wait,"
Do we, Your children, concentrate
On what for us, seems Promised Land,
Instead of what You give at hand.
We hope in futures--busy years--
And seek out such with bitter tears
So constantly, we miss the way
The Lord works beauty in TODAY.

1 comment:

  1. I once saw this addressed as missing the "joys of the road"...we so often do, don't we?