a poem. written my me, a very non-poet

Waiting for Him

Sometimes I get lonely as I wait for him to come.

To see my prince in shining armour, glowing like the sun.

It's difficult to wait, but with God's help it can be done.

As I lie here and dream about the things I hope to be,

Something in my head tells me to wait and be happy,

To be content and pray that God's will is plain to see.

As much as I want to be with another human being,

I resolve to be content to be a daughter of the King,

The one and only one who can make my spirit sing!