Waiting Poem by George MacDonald

Waiting



I waited for the Master
In the darkness dumb;
Light came fast and faster-
My light did not come!

I waited all the daylight,
All through noon's hot flame:
In the evening's gray light,
Lo, the Master came!

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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