Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried. Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied. I pleaded, and I wept for a clue to my fate, And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must 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 can relate Hangs in the balance, and you tell me ‘wait’? I’m needing a ‘yes,’ or a go-ahead sign, Or even a ‘no,’ to which I can resign.
“And Lord, you have promised 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 once again, “You must 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, darken the sun, Raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
“All you see I could give, and pleased you would be. You would 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 was all you could see.
“You would never experience that fullness of love As 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 and the beat of my heart.
“The glow of My comfort late in 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.
“And you never would know, should your pain quickly flee, What it means that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’ Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight could come true, But the loss! if you 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 get to know Me. And though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all…is still…wait.”
Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord; Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word. Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own; Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.
Once ’twas painful trying, Now ’tis perfect trust; Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost. Once ’twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast; Once ’twas constant drifting, Now my anchor’s cast.
Once ’twas busy planning, Now ’tis trustful prayer; Once ’twas anxious caring, Now He has the care. Once ’twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says; Once ’twas constant asking, Now ’tis ceaseless praise.
Once it was my working, His it hence shall be; Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me. Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One; Once for self I laboured, Now for Him alone.
Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He’s mine; Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine. Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail; And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the vail.