Writing poetry..........my dears
It seems like I keep waiting for the prince to ride in on his horse and sweep me off my feet. A fairy tale meant for a princess such I might be. I long to meet my prince in black, light shinning all around him as he approaches me. Some say it's just a fairy tale, a silly, childish dream. i say it's reality waiting to happen. Sifting through time, waiting, watching for the one entrance it's granted permission to access. And i pray and await it's arrival. For i wait in anticipation while pondering life's fulfillment, praising the Lord, following God's will, and engulfing all of God's powerful word. I await my prince as he awaits his opportunity to court his princess. may it come swiftly, this moment that will stand still in which not a whisper will break. May love lead me, faith set me free, and grace keep me...............forever.