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HIS Patience


How many of us humans here,

Repeatedly persist

In trying out His patience,

Oft times, with shaking fist?


How often do we promise Him,

"Next time, I"ll better, do"

Only to forget that vow,

And make a slip, or two?


But yet, He'll, STILL, us welcome,

Knowing full well that we

Will quick forget that promise,

And then, in prayer, be,


Once MORE, asking forgiveness,

For His standards, falling short,

His caliber of excellence,

To keep with MUCH effort.


It's hard for us to fathom

The patience, He bestows,

For we are merely humans,

Full splendor, NO ONE knows. 


Nor will we, 'til in Heaven,

We take our 'blood bought' place,

'Twill only THEN, be witnessed

When we meet face to face.




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