Poetry

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Necessity in God’s wisdom may sometimes demand for a moment of waiting. The waiting may be in various forms. Sometimes in a direction where we may be confined in the ark which actually was according to His instruction. Every thing may have certified “safe” and we flag the readiness ‘ it is time. Yet, He will not open the door of the ark. He knows better, He rules the world with a great wisdom we cannot question. Sometimes, He uses situations and circumstances probably inconvenient walls to confine us in His will for the utmost benefit of our lives and purpose. We can peep from the ark of situation and circumstances, which pattern and design are from God and certified that all things okay and ready. We could set up machinery to investigate why all these had to be like the way they are . We may have many learned and adopted knowledge and principles that we attempt to take in our venture. All by these, may appear we should, but in His wisdom, we should not, He’ll declare. Common sense, human logic and emotion may find this too difficult to accept. In summary all is not yet, He will conclude

Then we can reflect on this song

Not yet.
While I peeped across the window of His will,
Others were free, while I’m bounded with his seal;
With unfamiliar cord.
The wall of His will,
Confined me, out of the rays of the crowd!
Then, my members rebelliously protest,
They want to spend just a moment
In other people’s world.

I forcefully knocked the door of His might
With promises that cannot be uttered
I told Him,
“I want a change x 3ce
I want a moment freedom,
For time and days
Are counting over me
I did profess this in my protest.

Then He Replied……

With His smiling face
He placed His hand on my shoulder,
Gently, but firmly He spoke
His world graciously
Do not spoil my good work son
(Good work son) 3ce
Wait patiently, not yet.

Chorus
Do not spoil my good work
My child, here, calmly stay.
In my peaceful way
You’ll have my blessed grace and strength ;
Dwelling in my will,
Is the best place you can be
Patiently wait here
I’m making for you a glory.
Patiently wait here
Till I am through.
Patiently wait here
Till I’m through.

Roses blooms
But my nature withers
I continued in my protest.
I counted days, months and years
I may be due for grey and grave, I concluded
The zeal of my plea raised the storms
I looked at my anticipation, Plans, goals and dreams
Not realised they may be.
If the tempo thus will be.
Fears sang loud in my heart
And pains bridled my hope
Yet with smiling face he shooked his head
And said, “son “
You can’t go out now
Son, not yet

He went further………
“If only you know my hope in you
You won’t sing this haste, my son
I do have and know your end
In my will; they are perfect
Unimaginable are fruits and blessings
Of your waiting in this state
Don’t spoil my good work son
Don’t spoil my good work.
Don’t spoil my good work
Wait patiently here
Till I am through.

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