Gentle Reminder

Desperately, helplesly, 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, "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 am claiming Your Word.

My future and all to which I can 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 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 taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed, 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, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased would you be.
You would have what you want -- But you would not 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;
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 into 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.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
what it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one 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 of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT."

Not Yet

Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord is this Your will?"
It's then I hear You answer me, "My Precious Child...be still."

Sometimes I feel frustrated, cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear You say to me, "My Busy Child...just rest."

Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says "My Child...please wait."

"I know the plans I have for you, the wondrous things you'll see.
If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in Me.

I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do which you cannot see and much you do not know.

But know this, Child...I LOVE YOU. You are precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny.

I've something very special I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give you are gifts you cannot earn.

They come without a price tag but not without a cost;
At Calvary, I gave My Son, so you would not be lost.

Rest Child, and do not weary of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you just like I said I would.

Your name is written on My palm, I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when my answer is ... "Not Yet."