Impatience says, “I want it now!
Let others wait. I’m special—ME!
So move me past this line somehow,
And if you don’t, you’ll pay! You’ll see.”
Impatience comes from smelly pride
That’s thinking only of itself.
That pride may hide down deep inside,
But then pops out and shows itself.
The patient person waits in peace
Because the Father’s in control.
The wait gives time for sweet release,
For peace down in the soul.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience....
Photo and poem ©2008 James L. Swindle