GOD – – – PATIENT? – OR – JUST?

A short poem my dad often quoted covers a lot of questions—sobering—convicting.

“God’s mills grind slowly,

But they grind exceeding small;

While with patience He may linger,

Yet in justice He grinds all.”

 

(see also  “TWAS THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS”  12-26-12 about waiting—on this site)