Poetry

Trusting His Time

But for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if they would shower me in gold to feed my desire,
Even if it meant to lose and falter in my worldly attire,
As for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if it takes forever in this world’s clock,
Even if it meant to never answer a past love knock,
Because for You, my lord, I’ll be patient.

For I’ll be patient and graceful in my temporal fought;
Just for you, my Lord.

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