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,
because 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 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"