Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate
And the Master said gently,
“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’m claiming your Word.”

My future and all to which I 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’ll 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”
And 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 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, cause the mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be. You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depths 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 was all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove.

You’d 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 in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God that makes what you have last.
And 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 could come true
But the loss – if you 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, when my answers seem terribly late,
that my most precious answer of all, is still, “Wait”.
(Proverbs 3:5,6, Hebrews 10:29)

-Anonymous-