Laid Aside

When upon a sickbed lying
Often with impatience sighing,
Anxious to be up and doing,
Every fleeting moment ruing,
When my Lord I could be serving;
Teach me of Your love unswerving.
Give me patience sweet, dear Lord,
As I ponder on Your Word
That, because I follow faithfully,
This must be the best for me.

Honoria A. Groves