waiting 2


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 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,
As my Master 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 oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”

My first thought when I read this poem was that the only way Mr. Kelfer could have written this was through experience. I don’t know if anyone who has not been in a position of having to desperately cling to God through a trial could fully appreciate these words – and my mind goes back to years of desperate pleading and waiting on a child to fill our empty arms…

This year has been a difficult year in our lives as we’ve faced many “new” trials, but of course Ecclesiastes 1:9 tells us that, “The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.”

The past few weeks it seems as if I find myself in this “waiting” time again as we wait to find out if my mother has cancer, and if so, how progressed it is. All of life’s other trials and pressures dim in the light of this new one.

I know that God is working for my good (and my mother’s), and for that I am thankful. My heart is so heavy, but at the same time my prayer time is sweet as God’s grace surrounds me and His strength upholds me. (2 Cor. 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. )

I’d rather not be here facing this trial right now, but I wouldn’t want to miss the precious times with my Father as I long to truly know Him. For now I’ll just wait…. God is good!


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  • Sharon

    Enjoyed the poem. Right now I can relate to that poem. As you may know Don and I are going through a new chapter in our lives. It is so precious to be able to cling and to get closer to God during these times. As you said you don’t won’t these burdens, but the precious times with God and to be able to be drawn clloser to HIm and to walk with Him during these times. Praying for you and the family. Praying also for your Mom and Dad. Love Yall, Sharon