The disappearance of days;
despair has no place.
Hours armed with anxiety;
the arrival of prosperity.
The eagerness of a miracle;
perfection peeps from a pinnacle.
'Hope' running really wild;
despair has been defiled.
Haste plies with purpose;
patience in a state of comatose.
Everything is happening fast;
healing has come for my past.
An end to a pain;
the smell of the rain.
Tough times are tired.
Succour seems well wired.
A good time to rest;
God's time is the best.
The truth is so straight;
there's an end to a wait.
By Mc Shapiro
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