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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried
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Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
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I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
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And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait".
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"Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply.
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"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
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Is Your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
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By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
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My future and all to which I can relate
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hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
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I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
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or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
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And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
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I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"
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Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
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As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
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So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
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and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
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He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
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And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
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I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
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I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
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All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
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You would have what you want-but you wouldn't know Me.
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You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
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You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
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You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
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You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
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You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
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When darkness and silence were all you could see.
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You'd never experience that fullness of love
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As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
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You'd know that I give and I save...(for a start)
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But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
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The glow of My comfort late into the night,
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The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
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The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
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Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
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You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
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What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
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Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
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But, Oh, the loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
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So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
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That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
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And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
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My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait."
