TEMPORARY EXPECTATIONS
By: Tyararr J. Jones
The uncertainty of tomorrow has held me tightly for a time that is not my own,
From worrier to believer, I have slowly grown.
Time has placed its mark on me, its hands I cannot control,
My hope remains grounded in the true Savior of my soul.
I tread softly the path of patience that at times is thin,
I seek daily passionately this battle to win.
What is it that I hope for while abiding in this temporary vessel,
The battle wages deeper as I with frustration struggle?
Expectations are unpredictable, though their unveiling is refreshing,
I place my fulfillment in a refinery of eternal hope and blessing.
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