The Fruit of Patience

Song of Solomon 2:11-12...for behold, the winter is past;the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth,the time of singing[] has come, The fruit of patience overflows with ecstasy in nature’s proseWhere bluest blues and greenest green delight a world sandwiched between... The fruit of patience beams and brimsAnd bursts into a world of hymnsAs if to sing away all thoughtOf wishing for what yet was notWhile ill chill gale, with dauntless easeAssailed to vex Want’s ‘pretty-please’ The fruit of patience overflowsWith ecstasy in nature’s proseWhere bluest blues and greenest greenDelight a world sandwiched betweenThe earth beneath, the sky aboveAs hearts grow light with hope and love The fruit of patience bids us danceLike David of old; God still grantsGoodness and mercy all our daysTo overflow our hearts with praiseTo worship and sing joyfully‘there is no other God but He…(2 Sam.7:22) Who overthrows winter with springWhose breath instills each living thingWhose thoughts and ways past finding outShould anchor faith and vanquish doubtThough patience groans and weeps and achesIts fruit is worth the time is takes!' Janet Martin