yea. its been nice to have a breather from all the work and the bustles of life. refreshing. just hanging out. yea. nice. *smiles* yeap. i feel so.... free! i like this feeling. anyway i got this poem in my bathroom toilet. its really nice. it's called Just Wait.
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, "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 to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no' to which i'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall recieve.
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 again, "wait".
So i slumped into my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting... what for?"
He seemes then to kneel, andHis 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.
I could give you all that You 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 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 the darkness and silence is all you can see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love
when the spirit of peace descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save for a start,
but you'd not know the depthof 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 ask
from an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but oh, the lost if I loss 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".
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and wept for a clue to my fate...
and the Master so gently said, "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 to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no' to which i'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall recieve.
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 again, "wait".
So i slumped into my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting... what for?"
He seemes then to kneel, andHis 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.
I could give you all that You 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 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 the darkness and silence is all you can see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love
when the spirit of peace descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save for a start,
but you'd not know the depthof 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 ask
from an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but oh, the lost if I loss 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".
beautiful ain't it? ponders. yea ponder....
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