Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried: Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. I plead 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 heart? By faith, I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.” My future and all to which I...
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