Poetry for the Glory of God

As I wait and listen for a word
To come and stop me, from a bird
Or message or letter. T’is absurd
To hesitate… my mind is blurred…
 
God in heaven! I pray to thee hard.
Send to me your Will through a Bard,
Who is Your Spirit, perfect, unmarred.
Heal my war torn heart, shard by shard.
 
What is Thy Will, mysterious, true;
What is it that you’d have me do?
To speak my mind, or to see it through
One road to me, another, You.
 
Thus I lay, then with a start
I grasp how dark is my heart
Patience! God will soon impart
His Great Will, His Perfect Art.