“Therefore I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me” (Micah 7:7).
“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint” (Isaiah 40:31).
I am altogether impatient, Lord. I know it is a sin,
In all my planning and praying, Lord, I’ve forgotten that it takes time to win.
Monday, the mail came my way and it’s bills, never anything good.
“I didn’t win the grand prize,” I lamented, “I just knew that I would.”
So, on I go throughout my day brooding over what never has been
And before I know it,
Tuesday’s here, when will the answer come? When?
It’s prayer meeting night, do I even dare to try, try again?
Before I sleep, “I pour out my soul in the dark still night,
Lord, weren’t you listening to me, don’t you care that all you say is: wait?
On Wednesday, a new hope arises in me, but there’s not enough time to plan
Tonight’s the night for Bible study,
Lord, should I pray for the same thing again?
In your still small voice, (I know it well), you say, “Wait, it’s my will.”
“Oh, Lord, your will?” I cry, thinking about what might have been.
Then, Thursday, came in a rush, and once again I pleaded my case,
And gently, the Lord reminded me that all my sins were erased.
As I knelt down on Friday to pray, He told me his will: to WAIT.
On Saturday, he spoke to me, “It takes work to plan a life, so PRAY.
The toil of breaking up fallow souls, spending time on your knees
Pulling stubborn weeds of doubt, and raking up leaves of despair,
Spares you little time to rest—but rest in me, you must, my child.”
Still, I rushed through…
Finally, Sunday morning, I prepared for my day,
But I forgot to listen to the gentle Master’s wise advice
when I took the time out to pray.
“Take time to build a strong foundation,
take time to build your life around prayer.
Wait, on me when life’s uncertain,
wait when you feel hopeless and heavy-laden with cares.
For it’s in the waiting time, I’ll prune your branches;
I’ll pull your weeds; I’ll give you drink; I’ll restore your spirit;
I’ll meet your every need.
Although you may not see me working,
I’ll give you peace when you trust me and wait.
It’s while you’re praying, that I’ll till your soul;
it’s while you’re interceding, that I’ll pour on my balm;
it’s while you’re waiting on me, that I’m working on your behalf.
Keep on praying, child; while you wait, I’ll give your rest.
Trust me, I’ll never fail.”
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