Wait ©

Ruby Miller Author

Poem used by permission of the author

Desperately, helplessly,

longing, I cried:

Quietly, patiently,

my God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,

As 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'm 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.

"Lord, You promised

that if we believe

We need but to ask,

and we shall receive.

And now I wonder,

do You hear 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,

As 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.

"I could give you what you seek,

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 now 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 resources LAST.

You'd never know,

should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that

"My grace is sufficient for Thee."

I could make every prayer

that you've prayed come true

But, oh, 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 getting to know Me."

Even though My answers

might seem to be late,

My wisest of answers

is still but to WAIT."

Special thanks to Ruby Miller

for giving me permission to publish her poem.

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