Sunday, March 30, 2008

Wait by Russell Kelfer

by Russell Kelfer

Well worth the wait. . .

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."

My mom reminded me of this poem yesterday. I love this poem. It provided me with a sense of peace when I was waiting for my child. It applies to me now more than ever. I believe it could apply to all of us as we wait for our hearts desires and learn to trust God's timing in place of our own.


Anonymous said...

Such a beautiful poem and like you said it applies to everyone!

Olivia is such a beautiful baby what a pretty face.

God is awesome:)

Have a nice week.

Don said...

Man......are Olivia's eyes BLUE or is something wrong with my computer! Her cousin Izzy has blue eyes. Can it be? Two Granddaughters with blue eyes?
I know there are lots of sweet Grandbabies in the world.....but two are pretty tough to beat!
I'm sure looking forward to the big day when Olivia and Izzy meet "face to face".....or "blue eyes to blue eyes"'ll happen....we just have to "wait" a little while IS good...God IS good!

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much for posting that poem. It was exactly what I needed today! As I sit here and type through my tears, I rejoice in the ministery God has given you through your blog. Continue to talk the talk and walk the walk. Your faith is an inspiration to so many.
Taste and See that the Lord is good.

Kerry said...

I can see why this poem provided you with comfort during your "waiting period." She was definitely worth the wait! That picture is gorgeous! Oh the world better watch out for those Sailing Cousins with the blue eyes!