Tuesday, March 22, 2011

[Wait] March 21, 2011

Everyone has a different story. Still, the basis of the story is always the same.

God, searching, working, drawing.

Us, running, fighting, hurting.

And this is the good part:

When we stop-

When we turn-

When we listen-

He touches.



And the story repeats over and over through a lifetime.

When I was single, God gave me a poem. It is called Wait. I don’t know if I found it on the internet or if someone gave it to me… I just know that I ended up with a copy of it.

I felt like it spoke directly to me. Answered every cry.

Now, many years later, I ran across the same poem. My circumstances are different now. But the story is the same. And God spoke again.


By Colin Creel

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:

Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied:

I pled and wept for a clue to my fate,

And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”

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.

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 replied once again, “You must wait.”

So I slumped in my chair, defeat 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 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 power that 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 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 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 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 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 though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still, “Wait.”

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