Wait

Here's a beautiful poem I recently got ahold of:

WAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and wept for a clue to my fate.
And the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait."
"Wait, you say, wait," my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
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 WAIT?
I'm needing a 'Yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'No', to which I can 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."
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 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 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 would never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of the Spirit descends like a dove.
You would 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 lost.
You never would know, would your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee."
Yes, your dreams for your heart's cry,
overnight could come true,
But Oh, the loss, if I lost what I am 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 tho' oft my answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still - WAIT."