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Desperately,
helplessly, lovingly 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 am claiming your Word.
My future and
all to which I can relate
Hangs in the
balance, and You tell me wait?
I’m 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, 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 once again, “You must 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 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, cause the mountains to run.
All you ask I
could give, and pleased you would be.
You would 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 that joy of resting in Me
When
darkness and silence was all you could see;
You
would never experience that fullness of love
As
the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know
that I give and save, for a start, But you’d not know the depth of the beat of
My heart,
The
glow of My comfort, late in the night,
The
faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The
depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of
and infinite God, that makes what you have last.
You never
would know, should your pain quickly flee
What it means
that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee!’
Yes, your
dreams for that loved one overnight would come true,
But, oh the
loss, if I lost what I’m 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’.”
