wait April 12, 2006 · by - · in poetical stabs. · I wait on the Lord my thumbs twiddle and I try to achieve patience woe to my Achilles heal and why would you, ask this of me I am not a patient woman, by nature but perhaps through Your strength I shall apply that necessary virtue Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related