In His time (Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3:11)
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He never rushes morning light,
Nor hurries stars to fade from night.
The rivers know the sea will wait,
And flowers bloom at heaven’s date.

I asked for doors to open wide,
But silence walked close by my side.
Yet in the stillness, God could see
The better path prepared for me.

For every prayer that seems delayed,
A wiser hand has plans conveyed.
What feels too late to anxious eyes
Is right on time beneath God’s skies.

So I will trust the hidden rhyme
Of seasons shaped by love divine.
For all things bloom as He designed—
Beautiful, in His time.

- Diane Ball in 1978