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”
“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 Myself,
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”