February 2, 2000
Desperate and helpless and longing, I cried.
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Charity --- Singapore
Patiently, lovingly my Lord replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate;
And the Master so gently said,
Child, you must wait.
Wait? You said 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 I'm claiming Your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me 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 seem 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, cause the 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 depths 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 in 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.
And you'd never know, should your pain quickly free,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight may 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 of all is still, Wait.