Wait for the Red Truck

The red truck rolls — vroom, vroom, zoom! I want it now, across the room.

My friend's still playing — round it goes. I feel so wiggly, head to toes.

Then Mama says, 'I know — it's tough. But God will help when waiting's rough.'

I squeeze my bear — squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. I breathe out slow, calm as a breeze.

I count the wheels — one, two, three, four. Still I wait. I count some more.

The truck rolls back. My friend is fair: 'Your turn!' she says. Hooray — let's share!

Vroom for me! I waited, see? With God's good help inside of me.

Waiting's hard, but God helps too. Wait, wait, wait… now, vroom — for you!