Take your time, just what’s the hurry?
Why do we always seem to just jump, fret, and worry.
The muscles are keyed up, adrenaline flowing.
We’ll get there quick, but just where are we going?
We rush through relationships, and ignore one another,
not knowing there’s a Friend that sticks closer than a brother.
He wants to come close, but sometimes we don’t let Him.
“We have our own plans, Lord”, and we just don’t get Him.
In sickness and sorrow, in joy and in grief,
He opens His arms and says “Come unto me.”
