Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Eleventh hour


Perfect toes, perfect smile
Perfect boy - my child.
Mother lost her job today
I guess we will find a way.


When my back is against the wall
Will He hear me when I call?
Will He see my silent tears?
Will he calm my violent fears?


I've learnt about eleventh hours
I have witnessed His power
It is only when I give Him all
That He answers when I call.


Until such time as I can see
He is the Provider and not me
When I surrender faulty plans
Shoulder to shoulder God and I stand.

Written by Barbara Rose

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry