Sarah Iyoha
I’m waiting…
It tarries
This race, for centuries
He is coming soon!
I heard it again this noon.
Go with the world…
Or not
A little in it won’t make me rot
I cry, I won’t.
He laughs, you should
This life you want at your finger tips
Forget His promises and you won’t trip
I can’t be unaware of my Fathers love
Certainly the price He paid
On the cross that day Calvary on His wings
He gives me strength to carry on
Like a lost sheep, He draws me close
In my flaws, He looks at me beautiful
Assuring me that my joy will be full
When He welcomes me gracefully
On that day with Him at Heaven’s gate
With steadfastness and perseverance
My heavenly race will be worth it… Soon.