In God’s Waiting Room | A Poem by Russell Kelfer

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Waiting on God can be such a confusing time for us as Christians. Our walk starts with an expressive God beckoning to us, drawing us in with his lovingkindness, enveloping us with his mercy like a warm blanket. We get so comfortable in his embrace as we find our rest from the meaningless tedium or the raging seas. Gradually, we stop sensing God’s presence, and in a panic, we call out to him, and he draws us in again even as the process repeats itself again over time. At some point, as time progresses, we feel like God has gone quiet on us. Stillness permeates the air and we start to wonder what we are to do with our lonesome selves. Inadvertently, we find ourselves in God’s waiting room, waiting for that embrace once again, listening for that voice that’s been guiding us thus far. It is at this point that we find our first fork in the road where we are faced with the decision to wait to hear his voice again before we make any move or to chance it and go it alone and simply hope for the best. In my walk with the Lord, I have finally learnt to wait with him. When I was writing yesterday’s blogpost on being in God’s waiting room, I came across this poem which perfectly explained my experience in God’s waiting room. This is a poem that will both encourage and inspire us to continue to hold on to the Lord and wait for all of His promises. The poem needs no explaining. Be blessed xx

Wait

By Russell Kelfer, copyright 1995

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pleaded, and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”
 
“Wait? Your 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 can relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me ‘wait’?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’, to which I can resign.
 
“And Lord, you have promised that if we believe, 
We need but 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 met with mine
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,
Raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
 
“All you see I could give, and pleased 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 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 was all you could see.
 
“You would never experience that fullness of love
As 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 in 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.
 
“And you never would know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’
Yes, your dreams for that loved one o’ernight could come true,
But the loss! if you 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…wait.” 

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