Tuesday, February 9, 2010


Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pled and wept for a clue to my fate
The master said gently, "Child, you must wait."

"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 am needing a 'Yes' or a 'Go ahead' sign
Or even a 'No' to which I could resign.
And Lord, You have 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 am weary of asking, I need a reply!

And quietly, softly I learned of my fate.
As the Master replied once again, "You must wait."
He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine.
And tenderly He said, I could give you a sign..
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause the mountain to run.
All you seek 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 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 just resting in Me

When darkness and silence is all that you can 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 save for a start
But you'd not know the depth and beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late at night,
the faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask,
An infinite God who 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
O'er night would come true.
But the loss, if you lost what I'm doing in you.
So be (silent)still, My child, and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And how often may My answers seem terribly late
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT!"

thanks ate janice