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 I wish to 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'd 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 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 the 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 couds 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 is all you can see
You'd never experience the fullness of love when the peace of my Spirit decends 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 over night 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 Me And though oft my answers seem terribly late My most precious answer of all is still.. "WAIT."
WE WILL DANCE ; 11:57 PM
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