Are We Running Late Poem by Rita Hawkins

Oh, how long shall we wait to see him,
many ask this but many do not think what if he is not late...
We just do not want to face that if he came down today....
We would not be ready, some would be cheating on their mate.

Others would be in the mist of telling a lie...
He would not like to know that he sent his son to die...
Just so we could mess up and see him cry.

So maybe we should ask...
Are we really wearing blind shades and a mask?
Are we the ones who are running late...
And he is waiting to open the gate.

He may be waiting to see if we will change our fate...
We do not know the time nor the date...
So are we running late?

Should we have changed our minds by now...
And be listening to him instead of being as stubborn as a cow...
He may be holding off on taking his final bow...
Until we notice we are late and start sticking to our vow.