wait

· 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

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