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"