Of Wondering and Waiting

When I was your age, dearest girl at my side

I used to wonder what my life would hold

Would I be happy; would I be a bride?

Would my love love me until I am old?

Now I look at you, dear girl at my side

And now I wonder what your life will hold

Will you be a happy; a mother, a bride?

Will your dreams come true; will you grow old?

What ever happens, my dear little girl

To God be true and by His grace we go

Then whatever this life will unfold

We won’t be hobbled by what we don’t know…

© Janet Martin