Wait
Desperately, helplessly,
longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly,
God replied.
I plead 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 heart?
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 taught
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
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 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.”
