"what i've said, that will i bring about & what i've planned, that will i do." isaiah 46:11
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Monday, October 22, 2007

- WAIT -

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried,
quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled & I wept for a clue to my fate,
& then the Master so gently said, "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've asked & I'm claiming your Word.
My future & all to which I can relate,
hangs in the balance & you tell me to Wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
we need but to ask & we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking & this' my cry,
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
as my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated & taut,
& grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"
He seemed then to kneel & His eyes met with mine,
& He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens & darken the sun,
I could raise the dead & cause mountains to run.
I could give all you seek & pleased you'd be,
you'd 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 there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,
when darkness & silence are all you can see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love,
when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You'd know that I give & 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 ask,
from an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means that My grace's sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but oh, the loss if you lost what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child & in time you'll see,
that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all's still "WAIT."
- Lori - [keep smilin']

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