Just Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly , I cried;

quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pled, I wept for a clue to my fate...

and the Master so gently said, ''Wait.''

''Wait? You sy wait?'' my indignant reply.

''Lord, I need answers, I need to kno 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 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 my chair, defeated and taut,

and grumbled to God, ''So, I'm waiting... for what?''

He seemed to kneel, and his eyes met with mine...

and he tenderly said, ''I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heaves and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead and cause the mountains to run.

I could give you 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 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.

Tou'd not know the joy of resting in Me

when the darkness and silence is all you can see.

You'd never experince the fullness of love

when the oeace of My spirit descends like a dove

you would know that I give, 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 a infinite God who makes what you have last.

You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,

what it means that MY grave is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams 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 gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft  My answers seems terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still... ''Wait''