Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate The Master said gently, "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 relate Hangs in the balance and you tell me, "Wait"? I am needing a 'Yes" or a "Go ahead" sign Or even a "No" to which I could resign. And Lord, you have 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 am weary of asking, I need a reply!" And quietly, softly, I learned of my fate As my Master replied once again, "You must wait." 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 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'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 just resting in Me When darkness and silence are all you can see You'd never experience that fullness of love As the peace of my spirit descends like a dove. You'd know that I give and I save for a start But you'd not know the depth and 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 An infinite God who 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 Over night would 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 how often may my answers seem terribly late My most precious answer of all is still, 'Wait!" author unknown .

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