Not Yet
Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear you answer me,
"My Prescious child... be still."
Sometimes I feel frustrated,
because 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 wonderous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child,
and put your trust in me.
I have plans to draw you closer.
I have 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 Prescious unto ME.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I planned your destiny.
I have 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 be 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 it;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when
my answer is ... "Not Yet."
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