A poem about waiting on the Lord.

by Mitch Kuhn

Lord I want it, you know I do
For this trial to be through

I want my brothers and sisters to be set free
But that is not up to me

The Lord will not move the mountain
Until Patience flows like a fountain

Standing in quick sand
The more I fight the less I stand

Deeper and deeper do I go
Reaping exactly what I sow

Pressuring others is not the cure
Of this the Lord makes sure

Cast you seed into the ground
And one day fruit will be found

Patiently wait for the rain
and victory you will gain

No one is saved by the eloquence of your preaching
It is the Lord that does the teaching

So do what you can and then relax
And watch your enemies melt like wax