Wait

This poem has spoken to my heart many times. I ran across it tucked away in my Bible and wanted to share it with you.

I used to think I would reach a time in my life when I was not waiting on anything. I now know there will always be things in life I am waiting on. And although God calls us to actively wait, waiting is hard, nonetheless.

Wait

by Russell Kelfer

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 am claiming Your

Word. My future and all to which I can relate

hangs in the balance and You tell me to wait?

I am needing a yes, a go ahead sign, or even a no,

to which I can resign. Lord you

promised that if we believe, we need 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."

And 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 shake the heavens and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead, 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 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 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 in 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.

And you'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,

what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight might

come true, but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent my child in time you will see that the greatest of gifts

is to get to know Me.

And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still wait.