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AND THE LORD SAID WAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate
And the Master, who 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 am claiming Your word.
My future and all to which I can 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.
And Lord, You promised 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 once again, you must wait
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and tout
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 and cause 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 joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove
You’d know that I live 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 asked
Of 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 dreams for your loved one
Overnight would come true
But, oh the loss, if I lost what I’m doing to 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.
