“WAIT” by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, i cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied:
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said,
“Child, you must wait.”
“Wait? You say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have You not hear?
By faith, I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.

“My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tel me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘Yes,’ a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘No’ to which I can resign.

“And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And, Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
‘I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting… for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel
And His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.”
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

“All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want–
But, you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power I give to the faint;

“You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me;
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

“You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save, for a start, But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

“The glow ofMy comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have last.

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss if I lost what I’m doing in you!

“So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, ‘Wait.'”


We Meet Not As Then We Parted


We meet not as then we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
My bosom is heavy-hearted,
And thine full of doubt for me; –
A moment has bound the free.

The moment has gone forever,
Like lightning, it flashed and died,
Like a snowflake upon a river,
A sunbeam upon a tide,
Which the dark shadows hide.

That moment from time was singled
As the price of life of pain;
In the cup of its joy mingled
Delusion too sweet though vain,
Too sweet to be mine again.

Sweet lips could my soul not have hidden
That its life was consumed by you,
Ye would not have forbidden
The death which a heart so true
Sought in your burning dew. –
That, methinks, were too little cost
For a moment so found, so lost!

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

To Hope, To Love

If dreams are impossible
I wouldn’t hope
If love is not divine,
I wouldn’t love

But Jesus showed grace
His sinless and wounded face
In the Calvary’s place
He was crucified for our disgrace

If there is no more hope,
I will still hope
If there is no more love,
I will still love.

You Love Me Anyway

Your grace is undeserving for me
But you gave it anyway
How could you let that be?
To love me day by day

You saved me eternally
You love me unconditionally

What kind of love You have,
To carry my shame and pain
What kind of love You have,
To suffer for my own gain

Let me give You the glory
Let me serve You faithfully

You are my God, my King
You are my Saviour, Jesus Christ.


Broken Dream

Under the moonlight of broken dreams
There lies a yearning cry,
Of forgotten feelings and stolen love
Of heartaches and lost promises

Under the moonlight of broken dreams
There lies a borrowed time
Of laughters and joy
Of the first hello and the last goodbye

Under the moonlight of broken dreams,
There lies a remembrance,
Of songs and music
Of memories and photographs.

Virtuous Woman

Written by: Omega 👸

You are a woman of God created for His glory
Truly loved by anyone who knows you deeply
You are adored and praised by many
for making God the author of your story

Like a flower that attracts a hungry bee
Your beauty bloomed exquisitely
You were sought by men who prayed earnestly
asking God to hear their sincerest plea

But the world is full of insanity
and you were once caught in a tragedy
Someone have hurt you badly
and the silence echoed your heart’s agony

You stumbled, fell, got lost in the valley
even then your hope never got weary
The pains were just part of your journey
crafted by God to refine you spiritually

A man saw behind your simplicity
A heart and soul far more worthy
Worthy of love displayed on the Calvary
A love given sacrificially

He waited and prayed for you daily
Hoping he could get past the insecurity
Make you trust him completely
And to love him unconditionally

Yet you saw what He can’t see
He was blinded by love and He wasn’t ready
Easily distracted by his dreams and reality
He couldn’t love you consistently

Be My All

My frail weak soul
Has given up all,
Be in control
So I might not fall.

If I still doubt,
be my truth
Guide my thought
Guide my youth

Set me apart
From this world of vanity
Hold my heart
From this sanity

Like chasing a rainbow
after a rain,
Like dancing in a show
performing in vain.

My frail weak soul
has given up all,
Be my console
To fight this call.

If I still run,
Be my retreat,
I know that when I am done,
You are my receipt.

The Beckon of Light

More than the sorrows of life,
There is lesson we can learn.
In moments of strife,
There is peace that we can return.

More than the fears of mysteries
There is faith for the future.
Into the crystal ball of promises,
There is love we cannot measure.

More than the pains of the heart,
There is healing of the soul.
If time sets us apart,
Remember, you make me whole.