Not Yet
Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear you answer me,
"my precious child... be still."
Sometimes I feel frustrated,
cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear you say to me,
"my busy child... just rest"
Sometimes I feel so lonely
and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets oh so clear
and says, "my child... please wait"
"I know the plans I have for you,
the wondrous things you'll see;
if you can just be patient, child,
and put your trust in me.
I've plans to draw you closer.
I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see
and much you do not know.
But know this, child ... I love you.
You are precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I planned your destiny.
I've something very special
I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you
are gifts you cannot earn.
They come without a price tag,
but not without a cost;
at Calvary, I gave My Son,
so You would not be lost.
Rest child, and do not weary
of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you
just like I said I would.
Your name is written on my palm,
I never could forget;
therefore, do not be discouraged
when my answer is... "Not Yet". |
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