Not YetSometimes 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 Back to Christian Poetry
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