Patience   So far, in this life,    I’ve met all of my needs from without    and not from within.   Are all my needs mine?    or are my needs His; Perhaps, the meaning of sin?   A perfect work,    that, I can’t perform; It must be given,    as I am conformed...   to His beautiful image,    that I’ve tried to be, as I strived to “work”to eternity.   I never knew that His suffering    was “waiting” for God’s way presented to Him;                                This wonderful Jesus,    revealing to me, the real meaning of sin.   The fruits of not waiting    are rarely noticed and they bring much    glory to us; These good looking works    are never suspected as an absolute lack of trust.   Attainable desires    of my heart, set before me, are so very hard to resist    and there’s always that option to bring glory to me, and say, “ God has    blessed me with this.”   Was it God or me?    The question remains. Was I busied from Him?    Was trust at all gained?        Now, truth revealed    is not to condemn; is not to bring fear    or even offend; But, rather, that I    will ask Him to fix this terrible temptation    that I can’t resist;   And to open my eyes    and unplug my ears, They’re so use to my voice    that is lord, And know that He promised,    Will  present, as a gift, my desire... that I can’t afford.   Herein lies debt,    that will hold me in chains: to lock me into    what I must maintain.   This desire that I’ve worked    so hard to receive, now has its own life    and the power to deceive,   For I find it controls me    to keep me insisting that this is a blessing,    Yet, I know I’m resisting the way that He called me    to walk and receive my desires from His hand    but I couldn’t believe....   How complete His payment,    in all that He did, To walk in this life    and all ways to live...   Experiencing His love,    that delights to give, and trusting He’ll do    every word that He says.   Who knew, He became perfect    through the sufferings to wait and submitted Himself,    by refusal to take one thing not given,    so death could die and life would be risen;    in you and in I:   To prove Gods plan,    from the very beginning: A gift of life    that is never ending....   so that working and burdens    and cares are dead, If I will receive    my inheritance instead.   The Lie’s in the shadows,    Where it loves to lurk, So, indeed,          “Let Patience    have her perfect work”