D.D. 04/09/07

It's been a long time since I wrote any poetry, but this just came to me -- I'll call it a sigh.

O God, my Redeemer, so much Thou
hast given me - So little I deserve.
What hardships born away - sailed away
with Thy love.

So surprise - surmise what gift
is this You now doth bring -
enveloped,
in this lovely Spring?

For now I feel a pitter-patter,
a rappin rap rap-tap-a-tater
a longing naught - wrought
with love.

O how I long to her to tell
How I feel - but lest, lest only
if tis Thy will.

Will this, O Lord - be the spring
from wince henceforth my life be sprung?

O Lord, I sigh - and wait, wait for Thee
to show me Thy way - as everyday.