Desperately, helplessly, 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 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 - "Child you must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled at 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 the lame to run.
All you seek, I could give, and how pleased you would be.
You would 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 am 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 place you have in my heart,
Or the glow of my comfort late in the night,
Or the faith that I give when you walk without sight,
Or the depth that's beyond the things of this world
Or the love, like a flower, that takes time to unfurl.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
That My grace, precious child, is sufficient for thee.
Yes your dreams and your hopes would soon come true,
But you would lose all that I'm doing and working 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 if at times my answer seems late,
My wisest of answers is still - "PLEASE WAIT."

Author Unknown

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