Remembrance
The Impatient Leaf
Good things come to those who wait? The rich man grows richer still The greed meets tragic end. My life incased in sin. Again I sit here, heart guiding hand. My mind wants to spell a curse I cannot curse Thy name But this curse upon me now Casts no spell of hope. This gift in which You gave How am I still without which to utilize? Practice makes perfect, but what if I already am? I am still the impatient leaf. Grant me Your love to set my quill at ease.
From Letras Mania