The Fruit of Patience

Song of Solomon 2:11-12

...for behold, the winter is past;

the rain is over and gone.

 The flowers appear on the earth,

the time of singing[a] has come,

The fruit of patience overflows with ecstasy in nature’s prose

Where bluest blues and greenest green delight a world sandwiched between...

The fruit of patience beams and brims

And bursts into a world of hymns

As if to sing away all thought

Of wishing for what yet was not

While ill chill gale, with dauntless ease

Assailed to vex Want’s ‘pretty-please’

The fruit of patience overflows

With ecstasy in nature’s prose

Where bluest blues and greenest green

Delight a world sandwiched between

The earth beneath, the sky above

As hearts grow light with hope and love

The fruit of patience bids us dance

Like David of old; God still grants

Goodness and mercy all our days

To overflow our hearts with praise

To worship and sing joyfully

‘there is no other God but He…(2 Sam.7:22)

Who overthrows winter with spring

Whose breath instills each living thig

Whose thoughts and ways past finding out

Should anchor faith and vanquish doubt

Though patience groans and weeps and aches

Its fruit is worth the time is takes!'

Janet Martin