Desperately, helplessly, longingly,

I cried, and quietly, patiently, God replied.

I had pled and had wept for a clue to my fate,

yet the Master just said, "Child, you must just wait."





Wait? You say, wait, was my indignant reply.

Lord, I need answers. I need to know why.

Is your hand so short? Have you not heard?

By faith, I have asked, I am claiming your word.





My future and all to which I can relate

Now hangs in the balance, And you tell me to "wait."

I need a "yes, "a go-ahead sign,

Or even a "no" to which I resign.





Besides Lord, you promised that if we believe

we need but to ask, and we shall recieve.

So Lord, I've been asking. This is my cry.

I'm weary of asking. I need a reply.





Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.

The Master replied, "My child, please just wait."





So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,

and grumbled to God , "OK, I am waiting, but for what?"

He then seemed to kneel, His eyes wept with mine, and tenderly said,

"I could give you a sign."





I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give,

And then pleased you would be.

You would have what you wanted, but you wouldn't know me.





You'd not know the depth of my love, my dear saint;

You'd not know the power I give to the faint;

You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair,

that you need to trust, trusting simply,

"I'm here."





You'd not know the joy of resting in me,

when darkness and silence are all you can see;

You'd not experience all of my love,

when the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove.





Oh, you'd know that I give, and I save...for a start,

but you'd miss the real joy of the depths of my heart.

You'd miss the glow of my comfort through the night

and the faith that I give when you walk without sight.





There's a depth far beyond getting what you ask;

the depth of my grace, getting what lasts.

You'd not know, should your pain quickly flee,

what it means when I say,

"My grace is sufficient for thee."





You'd have your dreams

for your loved ones, that's true,

But you'd miss, oh you'd miss,

what I'm doing in you.





So be silent, my child, in time you will see

that my greatest gift is to get to know me.

And though oft my answers seem terribly late,

my most precious answer still is,

"Please, just wait."



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