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.'"

  • ~ Author Unknown ~



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