Faithful

January 30, 2018

A love so dear,

That is hard to disappear,

Purity in the heart makes it dear.

He may be gone currently,

But not permanently,

For bond is rare,

Almost too strong to bare.

So no worries,

He'll return merely.

Patients is key,

For God' timing is sweet as tea,

But will fill one with glee.

Hoping shall never fade,

A decision will soon be made,

One that won't be a shade,

But love that one has prayed.

Trust in the Lord,

He will guide you to the door,

No one will fall to the floor,

While he rises you to the light,

Up in the sky,

That will be a delight.

With what one deserves,

Sometimes never asked,

But with no fearful nerves.

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