WAIT Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried, Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate, And the Master so gently said, Child, you must wait. Wait? You say, wait! my indignant reply. Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By Faith, I have asked, and I am claiming your Word. My future and all to which I can relate Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT? Im needing a yes, a go-ahead sign, Or even a no to which I can resign. And Lord, You promised that if we believe We need but to ask, and we shall receive. And Lord, Ive been asking, and this is my cry: Im weary of asking! I need a reply! Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate As my Master said once again, Child, you must wait. So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut And grumbled to God, So, Im waiting... for what? He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine, And he tenderly said, I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun. I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run. All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be. You would have what you want - But, you wouldnt know Me. Youd not know the depth of My love for each saint; Youd not know the power that I give to the faint. Youd not learn to see through the clouds of despair; Youd not learn to trust just by knowing Im there; Youd not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence were all you could see. Youd never experience that fullness of love As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove; Youd know that I give and I save... (for a start), But youd not know the depth of the beat of My heart. The glow of My comfort late into the night, The faith that I give when you walk without sight, The depth thats beyond getting just what you asked Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST! Youd never know, should your pain quickly flee, What it means that My grace is sufficient for Thee. Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true, But, oh, the loss! If I lost what Im doing in you! So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me. And though oft may My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still, WAIT. Beloved, wait on d Lord, be of good courage. He wii strengthen ur heart. Wait, l say, on d Lord. Have a wonder-filled week. Shalom.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 05:08:18 +0000
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