I recently read this poem that a fellow Christian Sister had on her blog - she had recently lost her baby that was stillborn & she found comfort in this poem. It is such a strong, impacting poem & I wanted to share because so many times we hit things in life & we just fall on our face before God & ask "Why?"......
Wait - by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried....
Quietly, Patiently, Lovingly, God Replied.
I pled & I wept for a clue to my fate...
& the Master so gently said, "Wait"
Wait? You said wait? My indiginate reply
Lord, I need answers, I need to know WHY!?
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, & I am claiming your Word!
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, & we shall receive
Lord, I've been asking & this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softely, I learned of my fate,
as my Master replied again...wait....
So I slumped in my chair, defeated & taut,
& grumpled to God, "So I'm waiting for what?"
He seemed then to kneel & his eyes met with mine,
and He tenderely said, "I could have given you a sign"
I could shake the heavens & darken the sun
I could raise the dead & cause mountains to run
I could give you all you seek & pleased you would be
You've have what you want, but you wouldnt 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 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 & 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 answers of all is still "WAIT"