SOFT SCOOP

I'm wrestling with the ice cream

Inside this soft scoop box

My spoon is bent,my patience spent

I'm trying to outfox

The barrier before me

To get my just dessert

I'll hack at that unyielding mass

No matter what the hurt.

But hey,where is my patience

Why don't I let it melt

Surely it will taste the same

If time and me both dwelt

Perhaps this is my problem

Too hasty in my ways

A Martha living in my skin

To be a Mary pays.

So if I wait upon The Lord

Instead of rushing it

And let us melt together

In a fusion,we will knit

A tasty time of bonding

And one that satisfies

Oh Lord,please give me patience

To delight in Your surprise.