I wait Thy time;
My will is Thine
To mould and make Thine own;
I calm my human discontent,
Reclaim the idle moments spent
In vain attempts to make my own
The cherished thing that Love has shown
Awaits my life in future time,
If I but blend my will with Thine.
Poems
I WAIT THY TIME
From the May 1902 issue of The Christian Science Journal