Sunday, June 13, 2010

and so I will wait.........

A really good friend of mine sent me this poem a few days ago....this got her through a really tough time and so it will me!

by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And then God 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 God 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 often My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."


the "mom" said...

very nice Michelle.
why is what we suppose to do so very hard to do? WAIT?
oh my we certainly know the definition of that don't you.

it must be a very very special one that you are waiting for ... not just an ordinary one... what a big compliment to you!!

Brooke said...

you're gonna make me cry. this is perfect for me right now.

Amy said...

Michelle... I stumbled upon your blog and just love it! My husband and I are "waiting" too, although we haven't been waiting as long as you guys have. Thanks for posting this poem -- it was encouragement to me as I too have found that waiting has been harder than I expected. We'll be praying that all goes well as the birth mom's due dates draws closer. Blessings to you and your husband.

Sally Bacchetta said...

Michelle, I stopped by your blog today to give, and is so often the case, I am instead given to by you. You may never know how much I needed this right now, but I know, and I thank you.

Now for what I was going to give you: a giant hug and a reminder that your baby will need every part of yourself that you're developing during the wait. It's for your baby.

Love you, Sally