twenty years
ten days too late
one month too slow
twenty years learning to wait
another twenty here I go
what a mess of mind and feeling
what a rising tide of fear
wonder and unease congealing
holding on and holding dear
when nothing lasts
when life is blurred
I find Forever
in Thy Word
and my unstable melody
is anchored by Thy love for me
in leading me
to Calvary where
Thy blood was shed
for me—Emily—
so I might be
eternally
with Thee.
Lord, forgive me. Lead me
in love and with
an iron rod
what a fickle heart have I—
but O what a faithful God.
~ E.S.
16th August 2015
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