Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.

Quietly, patiently, for a lovingly God to reply.

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 so unmerciful? 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 to 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, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and how 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 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 are all you can see.

"You'd never experience that fullness of my love

As the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove;

You'd know that I give and I saved you. . .(for a start),

But you'd never know the depths of the beat of my heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night...

The faith that I give when you dared to walk without sight,

The depth that's beyond getting just all that you've asked.

Of an infinite God, who makes right what is wrong

and will forgive your sordid past.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'

Yes, I could grant for all your dreams to come true.

But I would rather you wait to see the work I am 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 wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."

- unknown

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