He’ll Be Waiting

We walk proud with no fear
As thunder roars above our head
There is no doubt in our shadow
That spreads across the ground

We walk with goodness in our heart
We know our limitations
Yet we share ourselves
With everyone we meet

We try to do our best
The only way we know how
Love our family, friends and neighbours
And all those who would do us harm

We are but children
In the great scheme of things
And when our lives are finished
We hope, he’ll be waiting for us there

16 April 2007

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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