Sometimes I ask the question,
“God, 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.
Rest Child, and do not grow 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