Not Yet
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… 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 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,
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