They say time is running out
But with you I gain time
Oh how my soul wait to see this day
I will patiently wait to behold
The beauty and splendor of my Queen.
A thousand hours flashes like lightening
As God’s breathe sends down the ice
With sixty-one thousand hours of service
Yet not remembered like a wounded vet
But the joy ahead of me
Energizes me to endure the pains
Of a freezing seat by coffee I never tasted
And though the wait felt like waste
God kept me busy with His Work
I am confident within me that
God has reserved her for me
But I still haven’t figured out
The Reservation Code.
Fantastic
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Thank you, Sir!
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