How Long O Lord? Poem by Kathryn Tyler King

The following was written in response to my husband's attempts to find work in this recession.

How long O LOrd must he wait?
Why have they not called him?
Why do they drag and hesitate?
Making possibilities seem dim.

How long must he sit and stare
out the window wondering why?
There must be a job he can do there
in this city so his days can fly by.

May all the doors be open soon.
May men keep their words to him
so he can begin singing a tune
and not left frustrated on a limb.

May he be blessed and prosper
that our days would bring peace,
not having a job is like a cancer
eating away dreams of increase.