Oh God, I heard his voice again today
And the thrill I felt was a sight to behold
As I rushed to let my best friend know,
But the look on my face—she’d been “told.”
Thank God for mercy gentle and sweet
Is all I can find to say just now,
As I wait patiently for his call,
Because the relief I feel unfurrowed my brow.
Silently, quickly he stole my heart;
But never can know—I cannot say
How much he played a part
In making my life a brighter day.
Once again I reach for his gentle heart
And push impatience aside as I await
His call, this gentle friend of mine,
To ask me for a second, happy date.
Oh God, forgive me for what I have done,
And lead me back to the narrow and straight.
Because in thy will I would have already won
The best you had, and not have to wait.
—Lois Fowler ‘91