She's waiting, I will see
An old woman, time is making
Time is making out of me!
Will she be a sad complainer,
A fretful tenant of this earth?
Or a kind, productive person
Filled with happiness and mirth?
Please be patient, God is making
Molding slowly, out of me
A shining portrait , He has promised.
Just you wait and see.
He is smoothing out the roughness
Polishing the dreary places
Filling life with joy and gladness
Pouring out his gifts and graces.
God remake me, in Your image.
I want to like her, when I see
That old woman, time is making
Time is making out of me.
By Ruth Baird Shaw
1 comment:
Indeed, it is a beautiful poem! I want to become that woman in my future too! I'm sure you'll! :-)
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