Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Of Waiting and Walking...

Wisdom and words seem to fail me
Answers seem strewn in the dust
All I can do, Lord, as I call to You
Is cling to Your hand and trust

Faith pleads for vision and substance
Yet, futile it is to debate
For sometime we learn love’s greatest return
In its hardest answer; wait

So I close my eyes and listen
Reach past the ticking of clock
Until I hear a voice calm my fear
‘Hold to My hand and walk’

© Janet Martin

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