Desperately, helplessly, longingly, 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 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 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 were 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 into 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, 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 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."
