Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pled and I 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.
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 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 have 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!"

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 met with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,
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 would not know the depth of My love for each saint,
You would not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You would not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You would not learn to trust, just by knowing I'm there.
You would not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence was all you could see.

"You would never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Sprit 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 in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask,
Of an infinite God that makes what you have last.

"And you never would know should your pain quickly flee
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for that loved one o'er night could come true.
But the loss, if you lost what I'm 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 though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all...is still...wait."

~Russell Kelfer

4 comments:

Bethany A. said...

Very good poem!

Debbie said...

Very good lesson - one that we all must be reminded to learn to wait! :) Love you!

Sara H. said...

:)

Rosebud said...

That's an awesome poem!