Morning Coffee Thoughts

BEING SICK

Painting the thoughts of this moment

in colors that do not rhyme.

I have to wait again, clearly this isn't my time.

Not able to go anywhere,

as the world just rushes by,

all this because, of my painful spine.

I sit in my no where,

as the sky clears and becomes blue,

thinking of days of yesteryear,

and my dear ones that are gone now too.

But this moment cheat not

it's value has meaning ,true.

All because my Jesus

I sit right here with you.

The wind blows the trees for me

waving limbs that tell a song,

that there is reason in this moment,

that is in his hands alone.

Paul had his time in prison,

Job had his rotton time too,

and the children of Israel prayed that GOD,

quickly would come through.

But each has his journey

and this is mine today,

GOD you'd get the glory

in this no where type of way.