NOT  YET

I look up into the sky,

and cry why,

why aren't you coming now,

and I hear Him say,

not yet, not yet,

all my sheep,

are not in the fold today.

I look into the shy,

and say when,

when are you coming again?

Then I hear Him say,

not yet, not yet,

there are still precious sheep,

sheep that are astray.

I look up,

and now bow,

saying thy will be done,

King of Kings, God's only Son!