Wait for the Lord; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14
Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly He replied.
I pled and I wept for clue to my fate,
And the Master said gently, “My 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 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’ll resign.
And, Lord, you’ve promised 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.
And quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.
As my master replied once again – “You must wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated, and thought,
Grumbling to God I said, “So I’m waiting – for what?”
He seemed to kneel and his eyes met with mine.
Then 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 the mountains to run.
All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be.
All the things that you want, but you wouldn’t know me.
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 was all you could see.
You would never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would 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 in the night.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond just getting what you ask
Of an infinite God – who makes what you have, last.
And you would never know should your pain quickly flee,
What it means by, “My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Yes, your dreams for that loved one over one night could come true.
But what a loss, if you 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 often may my answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still -Wait.”