Monday, June 30, 2008


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 often My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".
by Russell Kelfer

(This post is dedicated to "My Sweet Son" who is desperately waiting.)
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31


KrisinTN said...

This is a beautiful poem! You may have intended it for Nathan, but it was for me too. Sometimes I wonder if my prayers are even reaching the Lord or maybe it's that I'm just not listening close enough for his answer, but maybe he is just saying WAIT.

CurtissAnn said...

I am teary-eyed. See how God works-- you posted it for your son, but others of us out here that are waiting for heart's desire and need are comforted. This poem is true. Just yesterday something happened in our family that has changed a difficulty of long standing.

On and on it goes...

Alice Grace said...

Nothing could be said more truthfully than our long wait for Nathan to get better, as he draws near our Lord, as we have always prayed that he would. God is in this, and we, ourselves, must wait and fight the good fight of waiting, trusting, and loving.

Sharon said...

This is a beautiful poem! I needed this today. :)

Karen Dianne Lee said...

I have tears and chills and I'm utterly moved.

"But oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you." - Wow.

Thank you for sharing this.

In Prayer, *karendianne.

Needled Mom said...

Beautiful! We can all find something within it.

Love the quilt blocks that you are doing.

House of Mouse said...

No words can express what I read in this poem. Thank you so much for sharing this.


Quiltdivajulie said...

Thank you for sharing this marvelous poem... deeply touched and faith renewed...

Blessings to you and yours ~

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sweetiepie said...

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you for visiting my blog.

Nathan said...

Thank You Mom. I Love You.

TeresaL said...

I do not know the circumstances of your son but I pray that all will be well for him.

Thank you for sharing this poem today, I needed it.

MouseChirpy said...

Thank you for sharing such a beautifl poem.
I want to thank you for dropping by my blog and entering my givaway. I enjoyed browsing your blog. Your grandchildren are just precious. Take care.

Lori said...

Absolutely beautiful - a reminder I needed as well.

Bugsy said...

I love this poem. I think it goes with the saying, "Life is a journey, not a destination" by Steven Tyler.