The Best Is Yet To Come

imageedit_2_8286228366Opaque promises

Sandy shores awaiting

Here comes the crashing

Feeling to content to care

Whistling birds and fresh air

The sun has dried up my worries

Like raisins in the sun I eat them away

Digesting slow, no hurry

Though the future is blurry

I won’t scurry

Just wait and concentrate

On is goodness and his truth

His faithfulness like Ruth

He will stay, unable to betray

So I pray and lay my wonders aside

Keep on resting in the fathers arms where love abides

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