A Christians Poem

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 grow 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!"