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19 dezembro 2007
18 dezembro 2007
wait
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
"Child, you must WAIT."
"Wait you say, wait,"
my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need an answers.
I need to know why! Is your hand shortened, or have you not beard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming your word.
My future and all to which I can 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. And Lord, you 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 wept 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, cause the mountains to run. All you seek 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 were 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 save, for a start, but you'd not know
the depth of the beat of my heart, the glow of my comfort; late in the night, the faith that I give when you wait without sight, the depth that's beyond getting just what you asked of an infinite God, Who makes what you have last. 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 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 get to know me. And though oft may my answers seem terribly late: my precious answer of all is still
"WAIT."
Author Unknown
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
"Child, you must WAIT."
"Wait you say, wait,"
my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need an answers.
I need to know why! Is your hand shortened, or have you not beard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming your word.
My future and all to which I can 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. And Lord, you 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 wept 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, cause the mountains to run. All you seek 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 were 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 save, for a start, but you'd not know
the depth of the beat of my heart, the glow of my comfort; late in the night, the faith that I give when you wait without sight, the depth that's beyond getting just what you asked of an infinite God, Who makes what you have last. 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 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 get to know me. And though oft may my answers seem terribly late: my precious answer of all is still
"WAIT."
Author Unknown
12th Oct '05 - DTS - The 4th Wall - Brighton - UK - Teacher Paul
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