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,
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'm claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I relate
hangs in the balance
and you tell me to Wait?
I'm needing a yes,
a go-ahead sign.
Or even a no,
to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord,
that if we believe,
We need but to ask,
and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking,
and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking!
I need a reply.
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
as my Master replied again, Wait.
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God,
So, I'm waiting
for what?????
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met 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.
I could give all you seek
and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want
but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know
the depth of My love
for each saint.
You'd not know
the power that I give
to the faint.
You'd not learn to see
through clouds of despair;
you'd not learn to trust
just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy
of resting in Me
when darkness and silence
are all you can see.
You'd never experience
the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit
descends like a dove.
You would know that I give,
and I save, for a start,
But, you'd 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 that's beyond
getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who
makes what you have last.
You'd never know should
your pain quickly flee.
what it means that My grace
is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams
overnight would come true,
but, oh, the loss, if you missed
what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child
and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts
is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious answer
of all is still........
Wait.
You'd have what you want
but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know
the depth of My love
for each saint.
You'd not know
the power that I give
to the faint.
You'd not learn to see
through clouds of despair;
you'd not learn to trust
just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy
of resting in Me
when darkness and silence
are all you can see.
You'd never experience
the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit
descends like a dove.
You would know that I give,
and I save, for a start,
But, you'd 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 that's beyond
getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who
makes what you have last.
You'd never know should
your pain quickly flee.
what it means that My grace
is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams
overnight would come true,
but, oh, the loss, if you missed
what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child
and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts
is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious answer
of all is still........
Wait.
I cry every time I try to read this poem. Every time I think, "Eh, I'll be fine this time." And every time, I'm wrong. Thanks for the reminder, Sarah. And you hang in there, faithfully waiting. May God's perfect Will be done, in His timing, and may you feel Him holding you, comforting you, and loving you while you wait.
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