Desperate and helpless and longing I cried.
Patiently, lovingly my Lord replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate;
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”
“Wait? You said 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’m needing a ‘Yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘No’ to which to 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.”
“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 depths 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 are all you can see.
“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 answer seem terribly late,
My most precious of all is still, ‘Wait, My child, Wait’.”