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,
"Wait."
"Wait? you say wait?"
my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers,
I need to know why!"
Is you 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 to wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes,'
a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,'
to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord,
that if we believe,
we need but to ask,
and we shall receive.
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 again, "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
met 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.
I could give all you seek
and
pleased you would be.
You'd 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 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
the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit
descents like a dove.
You would 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 ask
From 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 dearest dreams
overnight would come true,
but, oh, the loss, if you missed
what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child,
and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts
is to truly know Me.
And though oft My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious of answer
of all is still...
"Wait."

By: Russell Kelfer