A random spontaneous poem written right now

Sometimes I wait, wait for things to change
But they never do
Somethings shouldn't change
I'm glad God never changes, even though I wish he would do things my way . . . sometimes
But then as times goes by, I realize that trading my ways for his, it was always the best way
It's those times, those times that happen more than they should, when I choose my way and not His,
Not His
Oh, how I regret it
But it is in those still times
When I'm alone
All alone
In that stillness
In His presence
In this special place
I see His face
I feel His grace
And all that sin I so foolishly did
It's all erased
And I am clean
Pure
Free
There, in His presence
Alone, with my Savior
Just waiting
I am content
And I feel peace