WAIT
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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 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 to but 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 raise the dead, and cause mountains to run
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun

All you seek, I could give and 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 clouds of despair
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm their
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 getting beyond just what you asked
Of an intimate 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 often may my answers seem terribly late
My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait!"
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To the world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.

Richard D. Dover
In His Steps Ministries