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Wait
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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, he replied

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate

The Master said gently, "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 relate

Hangs in the balance and you tell me, 'Wait?'

I am needing a 'Yes' or a 'Go ahead' sign

Or even a 'No' to which I could resign.

And Lord, you have 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 am weary of asking, I need a reply!"

And quietly, softly, I learned of my fate

As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met 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 mountains to run,

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 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 just resting in Me

When darkness and silence is all you can 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 and 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 getting just what you ask

An infinite God who makes what you have last.

And you never would know

Should your pain quickly flee

What it means that, My grace is sufficient for thee!

Yes, your dreams for that loved one

O're night would come true

But the 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 how often may My answers seem terribly late

My most precious answer of all is still, 'WAIT!'