Wait
by Russell Kelfer
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'll resign.
"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
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 I 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 truly knowMe.
And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, 'Wait'."
by Russell Kelfer
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'll resign.
"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
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 I 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 truly know
And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, 'Wait'."
May you always be Blessed with the realization that God has given you a great Blessing when He asks you to Wait. (When you figure it out, do let me know how to do it!!!)
Rebecca
4 comments:
Wow... that was great! I'd never heard of this poem or its author - until now, that is. ;)
Ahhhh, waiting and learning to be patient and content during the waiting is something I wish I had conquered. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem and for giving me a different perspetive to keep during my waiting times. I love you!!!
Rebecca,
That was a lovely poem.
Yes, waiting is a very difficult task to do. It's not always easy to wait upon the Lord's timing, but when we do, we are truly blessed for it.
-Lady Rose
Ah Rebecca, you've discovered the key to faith. I hope you will live this out better than I have.
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