
There’s a first time for everything,
When a toddler starts to walk,
The first taste of pleasure’s sting,
Your billion-dollar talk.
Studying divine timing’s to turn it,
For when your big day cometh,
But then It’s not your time for things unsaid,
But it’s my time to write.
It’s not my time to be heard,
But it’s my time to be seen,
It’s not my time to be loved in words,
But it’s my time to love serene.
When you ask God for love so true,
Sent! The broken to mend,
Are you ready to take them in, too?
Or are you waiting for the wrong one








