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Not Yet

Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this Your will?"
It's then I hear You answer me,
"My Precious 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...
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

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