Thursday, January 21, 2016

Delay {A Poem}

Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.  When therefore He heard that he was sick, He stayed then two days longer in the place where He was (John 11:5-6).

He loved them, so He waited…
    Until the last moment,
    Beyond it,
    Until death had firmly taken hold,
    Until hope had gone 
        And mourners filled the house.

He loved them, so He waited…
    Until impossibility
    Made room for Glory.

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