Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried,
Quietly, Patiently, Lovingly GOD, I pled and wept for a clue
Of 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 am claiming Your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance,
And You tell me to wait? I am needing a, YES, a o 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 said once again,
“Child, 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 can 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 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 silences were all you could see.