“Desperately, hopelessly, longingly, I cried
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied
I wept and I pled for a clue to my fate,
But my Master so gently said, ‘Child, you must wait.’
‘Wait, You say wait?’ my indignant reply,
‘But, 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 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’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 I 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 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 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 on dove
Yes, 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
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones over night would come true
But, oh the loss, if I lost what I’m doing in you
So be patient, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though my answer seems terribly late
My wisest of answers is still but to wait.’”
