I haven’t written a real post for a while, I know. That is coming up… soon, I hope. But for now I want to share a poem. The first time I read this poem, tears ran down my face as I recognized myself so clearly in the story of the poem. I forgot about it, and some months later, found it again, and once again, it touched a deep place in my heart. Since then, I have kept it, printed on a small piece of paper, in my Bible, along with a few other poems that I call my ‘heart poems’. I don’t recall ever sharing any of those here, and perhaps it is about time.

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’ll resign.

You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
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 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 truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still “WAIT”.



  1. Jen says

    I love the words of this poem, it has spoken to me in the past as well. I think my favorite part is:
    “You’d never know should your pain quickly flee,
    what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.”
    Thank you for sharing this! :)

  2. Anonymous says

    Thanks so much for sharing that Chantel. We’ll forgive you for not posting a “real” post! I personally really like the poems too! Thanks again :)

  3. Holly says

    This is an awesome poem! I love poetry and love finding ones that really speak to me. ;)

    This part is amazing:
    “So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
    that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.”

    So often I want so many things and to know so much of God’s plans. It can be easy to forget that while everything I may desire may be good things, the most important thing is just being wholly HIS.
    Thanks for posting this! Very encouraging, and I’m definitely saving this one to my computer for simultaneous encouragement/conviction. ;)

    Holly (from HSA)

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