Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried.

Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pleaded 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", and a go-ahead sign,

Or even a "No" to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believed

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 the 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, and cause the mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.

You would have all 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 I give to the faint;

You'd not learn to see through the 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 were all you could see;

You'd never experience the fullness of love

As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;

You'd know that I have, and save for a start,

But you'd not know the depth and 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've asked

Of 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 dreams for your loved ones 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."

(Author Unknown)