Wednesday, January 14, 2009


As I await my miracle,
No time span is stated,
Seemingly an endless wait,
Not knowing how it’ll manifest,
But sure to recognize it,
When I see it,
Assured that the battle is mine,
Yet right now I’m loosing blood fast,
Time in gestation is vague,
Taking of delivery certain,
Yet not specified,
Always at the knick of time,
You show,
Gift wrapped is Your exceedingly, abundantly and above.
Just as I tilt to shame,

Grace pulls me back to Your glory


Rita said...

Very uplifiting

Uzezi said...

encouraging for me right now, cos as patient as i am, frustration is knocking at the door and trying to come in. I just have to wait right? wait on Him.

Jaycee said...

This poem reminds me of a woman in labor and how she waits through her pain for the right time to push.

Telekinesys said...

@Rita,glad it ministered.

@uzezi,keep waiting girl,He is sure to outdo himself.

@jaycee,true it is that and more.

archiwiz said...

Beautiful, and like Rita said, very uplifting.