Good things come to those who wait.
Just like this white Easter lily…
Though I already know how beautifully bloomed it be,
I await its complete opening, faithfully.
All in its own time;
It cannot be rushed.
It opens in silence.
I am waiting for Jesus,
like I wait for this pure white lily to bloom.
In stillness, I wait.
Jesus will rise from the dead in the morning,
just like the surety of the rising sun.
How beautiful my world will be again…
It is not time…yet.
And so I wait.