Time

I wake to a Morning yet to unfold
Knowing only what I will be told
I see my present, in my past not sold
Hoping to wake to see the untold
Another day in Faith I wait
By the Love of God substaining the wait
I live in the moment only to know
Why God is the tester of Faith where I go
Love is the source of strength that I know
Every Morning is new and yet to unfold
To a story of Gods Love for me yet to be told
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Harold Gardner.

 

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