Little Big Thing Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

There are times that you refuse to wait
You want to pass across
The distance of what
Will happen next
You invent your own time
And speak that it will
Ring and tell the right season

If this clock is in your hands,
More struggles will come
Into your palms.

Why you go in a hurry
And begin to rush,
In the fast vehicle of foolish things you ride
You do not see that you tumbled down
And broke your greedy leg.

Inside the sinful nature
In your head,
You picked the fruit
Of the tree of transgressions

I know you know the word 'wait'
But I don't know if you understand it
O yes it is a little thing
But it can make a whole lot of
Difference in your character.