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
And my Master replied once again, "Wait."
Si 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 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 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 miss what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is truly to know Me
And though oft may my answers seem terribly late
My most precious answers of all is still... "WAIT."