on John 2:4

Our neighbor contributed this ball to our flower bed!
"My hour has not yet come."
His words oft puzzle me
until I meet disappointment 
or look on wistfully...
While others find their pleasures now,
I trust His perfect timing.
My preconceived ideas of pleasure
He's gently redefining.
I still don't know completely--
in this life never will!
But I am waiting, hoping, trusting,
and willing to be still.

(Written this morning after postponing an anticipated "pleasure")

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Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)