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" "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 Myself, 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" Author Unknown