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Maybe Not, or Yet It May by Kathleen Higham Who am I to even say? Wonder why life remains this way Who am I indeed to tempt fate? If for the Lord I cannot wait. Wait-it seems a forgotten word Yet silent petitions must be heard So impatiently I cried and wailed Knowing in my heart, I failed. Failed-I have fallen down again This folly snares the best of men Now disappointment comes to me A better person, I wished to be. Be-Could this really be the day? Maybe not, or yet it may Would it be brave to dare? Commit to God my secret prayer. Prayer-ask and you shall receive Sometimes it's so hard to believe How long must a weary heart cope? Deep in my soul, I buried hope. Hope-hope, it surely cannot be lost And who am I to count the cost? Only One has paved the way As He waits to hear us pray. Pray-pray, then wait, wait, wait For the God who is never late Oh, this just might be the day Maybe not, or yet it may. |
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