Ode To The Natalie Rose

There’s a girl I knowShe carries a glowevery day, about her It’s not just a lightIt’s honest and brightevery day, about her The patience it takesnew life, high stakesevery day, about her A season to waitTrust in God’s fateevery day, about her In honor of my new friend Natalie Rose, in honor of anyone who has been asked to wait an indefinite amount of time while God works everything out in a way that only he can, I dedicate this poem. But mostly to The Natalie Rose. Waiting is painful. Sometimes it even transfers over to physical pain. I get…

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