Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Author Unknown
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I plead 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 answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
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, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could vie, and please 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 I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through the 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 the darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love
as the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I five and I Save, for a start,
but you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The flow 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 asked
of 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 dreams for your loved one overnight would 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 most precious answer of all is still,



Charity Roach said...

Your post brought tears to my eyes. I can sense your struggle. Comfort does come as we wait.

Always in my thoughts and prayers...

In Christ,

Cindy said...

My dear sweet Corinne,
forgive me for my honesty sweetie but, You have always been there for others to heal and now you must let others help you heal too. I do not know how many can endure all the losses you have and still swim above water and remain faithful.When I think of all the struggles your body and spirit has endured and again is enduring now would put most in total despair.There is certainly a wonderful plan behind all this despite the difficulty in the process.Your sweet, private, non complaining nature of endurance reaches out to many even if you do not realize it. With much love,


Lori said...

Such potent words....and as I sit here, 10 years later than when I started, only a few weeks away from a miracle, I feel the depth of the word "wait" even more. Lots of love and hugs to you and your family...

Anonymous said...

Just beautiful and touching. Thank you for sharing with others feeling the same.

Marcy said...

Hi Corinne,
Thank you for the encouraging words you posted on my blog! This adoption journey is quite a rollercoaster (4 years now) and we are praying that we can travel back to Vlad to bring our baby home next month! Good luck to you, too, and keep in touch!

Rickie said...

Hugs Corinne! You're in my prayers!

Ann said...

I have truly enjoyed your blog, your sweet kind words to me, you are a beautiful person. Best Wishes to you

Briana said...

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.