The Miracle in Central Park
The cold grey sky is growing dark
As I walk home through Central Park.
"Lord, show me a miracle," I pray,
Show me something now, here, today!"
Through the darkening dusk I hear
Something like a whisper in my ear:
"My dear child, I love you dearly!"
I knew I'd heard that, very clearly!
The Lord went on to say to me:
"Be patient, child, for I am with thee!"
"Oh, yes, Lord!" I say, "I see now!
"You want me to have patience; Please, show me how."
By the Blue Rose, Jan. 14, 1994
