Monday, August 2, 2010

Wait~ Russell Kelfer

This isnt a normal Monday post, but I just wanted to share this poem.... :)

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I 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 can resign.
"You promised, dear Lord, 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 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 cause mountains to run.
"I could give all 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 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 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 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."

5 comments:

Daughter of the King said...

What a beautiful poem! My Momma always gently reminds me, when I am having a bad day and wish every day could be the happiest and best days ever that, "If some days were not off days and weren't the greatest you wouldn't know what a truly happy and bissful day truly is...each day would be just the same...you wouldn't appreciate it as much because you'd not know the difference between sad, happy, bad and great."

Daughter of the King said...

*blissful* :)

P.W. said...

wow. I totally love this poem. It's like a perfect reminder that all God wants is for us to be closer to him. I love the part where it talks about sending a sign through the clouds and sun; how awesome is it to be love by a God who created all that and who has control of all that? Each one of us is his precious child! This is a really awesome poem, and I am going to create a page for it on my blog if you don't mind.
God bless and have a great day. :]

Miss K said...

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KyAnn

Gaby said...

wow, this is a really amazing and beautiful poem! soooo true!!