Some of you may have remembered this poem, since I did write it a while back. Yet, I felt it fitting to bring it out as a reminder of the lesson we just learned about trusting God and waiting on Him to work things out. He has been steadily working out my dilemmas one at a time. He is so graciously willing to take care of even the tiniest details. For a while I have been wondering about changing my hair; but, either the timing didn’t work or I wasn’t certain where to go. Well, today things seemed to fall into place and I headed out to go to a salon I found on line that took walk ins. I went to the bank to withdraw some money for the Farmer’s Market and to have a tip. As I pulled through the bank, I saw the name of a salon and felt drawn to it instead. So, I whispered a prayer and called the place I had intended to go only to have them say they couldn’t take me today. I turned around and went back to the one I felt drawn to and this very happy, cheerful lady said, “If you can come back at 4, I can”. What a blessing she proved to be as we talked about God. Her faith shone from her eyes and I had to smile; even when it comes to a hairstylist, God has a gift of joy when He asks us to wait. So, I pulled up this poem and made some minor changes from the original; maybe, you can tell me which was better—as it is now or how it was when I posted it in January as He Asked Me to Wait.
GOD ASKED ME TO WAIT
BY Effie Darlene Barba
God asked me to wait and I wanted to try
Yet, trembling within I then asked Him “Why?”
Have you not seen the pain I am in
I need an answer and I need to know when
Calmly, He sat and silence ensued
While anxiously I, my own will pursued
So many thoughts encircling my head
Unable to sleep, no rest in my bed
I know Your desires for me are the best
Yet, how do I get my mind now to rest
I don’t know the answer nor understand why
“Where have you gone?” I asked with a sigh
A soft, gentle voice whispered my name
Trust me, dear Child, for I am the same
The one who has loved you before time was born
I AM still here, don’t look so forlorn
I need you to see that I am your true joy
Not money, not things, nor a fancy new toy
I love you too much to let you run wild
Your safety, your hope is in me, my dear Child.
I want for you more than your eyes can see
Wait, I will show you my victory
Trust in my love and I’ll give you rest
Then you will see, my plan is the best
Oh Lord, forgive me; I must have forgot
Twas you, who died; my salvation was bought
At such a high price, to prove me your love
How could I e’er doubt your plan from above
Let me now wait, until Lord You Speak
Patiently, calmly, humble and meek
Cradled within yours arms held so tight
Resting in you until darkness is light.
© 2014 Effie Darlene Barba
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