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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied
I pled and wept a clue to my fate…
And the Master so gently said, “Wait”

“Wait? You say wait?” my indignant reply:
“Lord, I need answer! 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’m needing a “yes”, a go-head sign
Or even a no, which I’ll resign

You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe
We need just 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 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 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 Course Mountains to run

I could give you all your 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 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 are all you can see

You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove
You would know that I give, and I save for a start
But you’d not know the depth of the love of My heart

The glow of My comfort late into the night
The faith that I give when you 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 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 truly know Me
And though of ‘My answers seem terribly late
Most precious answer of all is still ‘wait’