Wait for the LORD, take courage; be stouthearted, wait for the LORD! –Psalm 27:14
I yearn to know my Author’s master plan,
My life’s design, my purpose in this world;
To see what lies beyond this desert’s span,
This seeming wasteland in whose midst I’m hurled.
“How long, O Lord?” my heart sends forth its cry.
‘Tis owed no answer, thus it none receives.
I trust He’s not ignored my constant sigh,
Not He who unto death my slav’ry grieves.
What need or right have I to know His course?
For me it is to follow; Freedom leads.
Of strength and hope I lack, He is the source.
He’s Life itself, and on that Life, I feed.
Could such Love ever harm me? Guide me wrong?
Be meek now. Let thanks ever be your song.