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 am claiming Your Word. My future and all to which I relate Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to Wait! I am 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 shall receive And Lord, I have been asking, and this is my cry I am weary of asking!  I need a reply!! Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate As my Master replied once again Wait! So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut And grumbled to God, So, I am 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  would have what you desire but you would not know ME You would not know the depth of My love for each saint You would not know the power that I give to the faint. You would not learn to see through the clouds of despair You would not learn to trust just by knowing I am there You would not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence are all you can hear and see You would never experience the fullness of My love When the peace of My Spirit descends unto you like a dove You would know that I give and I save for a start  But you would not know the depth of the beat of My heart!! The glow of My comfort late into the night The faith that I give to you when you walk without sight The depth that is beyond getting just what you ask From an infinite God who makes what you have Last you would 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 am 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 may My answers seem terribly late My most precious answer of all is still---Wait! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~