Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And 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 have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
"My future and all to which I 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.
"You promised, dear Lord, 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 again, "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 met 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 mountains to run.
"I could give all you seek and pleased you would 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 and 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 would 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 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 is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."
9 comments:
that's beautiful!
I love this poem, I remember when someone gave it to me- brought tears to my eyes.
Hey there! Thanks for stopping by my blog the other day! This is an absolutely beautiful poem. Might have to steal it and post it on my blog. :)
Hi!
I would e-mail you but can't find your e-mail anywhere :) You can contact me with any and all adoption questions. I am happy to share anything from our journey. But just an FYI - we were not in the process of adoption when we got the call. We had not talked to an agency or attorney or anyone. I had just miscarried 24 days before. It was ALL God. But everyone knew about our waiting and our losses and it was friends who knew the birth mom and called us "just to see if we would be interested." And we didn't even hesitate. My e-mail is: stacyjmay@comcast.net
I look forward to talking!!
This is a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing!
That is so beautiful. I have never heard it before. Hope you are well.
God has a plan.
I LOVE this poem! I needed to hear this today. Thanks for sharing!
I am crying.
I have never heard this before.
It could not better capture what my "waits" have been like in adoption. Such a precious and incredible time with God.
Thank you for this. I just may have to steal it and post it on my blog if that's okay.
What a blessing to come across this and to find you sweet Heather.
Wow, such a beautiful poem. I've never read it before.
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