Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Ode to Cedarly


Lovely. Quiet. Hope-filled.

The cuckoo clock ticks time 

and I am here waiting.

The sun shines

on flowers' glory

and I wait.

Nothing as lovely as Him.

He's promised His presence.


So I wait.

In the stillness, I wait.

In the peace, I wait.

For Him.

As for me, I am poor and needy, but the Lord is thinking about me right now. 
You are my helper and my savior. Do not delay, O my God.
Psalm 40:17

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