Sometimes 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~