Patience

This poem is dedicated to the many hearts that may receive it, but especially to one
lady in passing, who by her great strength, unknowingly encouraged me to
bring these words to light. This blessed mother of four children, who
showed me the greater meaning of "the cause of the fatherless"
Though she suffers this life, she will not lose her reward.


I feel for those who wear the frown
For bearing up the needless shower
Of words meant for the bring down
The Spirit of thy inner power 		As grain and straw together mix
Before the harvest of the field
To His undying Crucifix
Of faith in suffering shall yield
And if you ask "what profit is
This senseless suffering of tongue"
The more He hears the voice of His
The separating line is strung 		My heart goes out to all that bore
And those of yet to drink this Cup
Outnumbered are we so the more
Lose not this Hope in rising up
I cry for Thine that feel this pain
Of those who lash this seeking flower
May the blessing of Thy Word as rain
Come unto these . . . their desperate hour 		Some say we're dreamers of unreal
They scratch their heads and contemplate
Have patience, soon the Lord will seal
Our dream of Glory is in wait
Praise God He came as man of sorrow
To taste the raging of the flesh
That He, will one day on the morrow
Avenge the Just when He will thresh 		                                  

                                  Amen
                                  Michael

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