Wait

Terri Blackstock spoke at our Ladies Night Out Thursday night.   She ended the night by reading this poem by Russell Kelfer.    I loved it so much I thought I would share it with you.

 Wait

Russell Kelfer

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.”

“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.”

“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, 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 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 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 dearest dreams overnight would come true

But, oh, the loss, if you missed 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."