Hearing
As I sit and wait upon the lord, there is time to hear His voice.In this place of worldliness;
my soul cries out for him to guide and show me the way.
My mind is not at rest for there is much to think about.
Am I wrong in this place for which I sit?
What shill I do?
Am I blessed and do not know it?
Only in you lord will I know and trust,
Come down so that I may hear you.
And the answer will be mine. William Weldon
Copyright ©2008 William Tyrone Weldon
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