The Wait Poem . . . it taught me a few lessons on life.

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  1. Sonrise Farm

    Sonrise Farm Guest

    Sep 18, 2008
    by Russell Kelfer

    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'll resign.
    You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
    We need but 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 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 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 oft My answers seem terribly late,
    My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".
  2. goatnutty

    goatnutty Active Member

    Oct 9, 2007
    South East,IN
    Nice poem i could learn from.

  3. nancy d

    nancy d Moderator Staff Member Supporting Member

    Oct 5, 2007
    near Seattle
    Wow. You have no idea how I needed to read that!
  4. Di

    Di Crazy Goat Lady

    Jan 29, 2008
    central PA
    Thank you.