Delays Are Not Denials

Like withering grass, days slowly pass;

I wonder why You haven’t come.

My dreams still wait—the hour is late;

When will my great deliverance be?

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And bending low, You whisper, “So…

You think this dream you’re longing for,

Is way behind, and you can’t find,

The pathway out of great dilemma?”

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Ah, child of Mine, for gold refined…

Is it not true Refiner waits…

To see in gold—His image bold,

One of His Son—Sweet Lamb of God?

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These long delays, met with dismay,

Will yield a treasure—more shining glory;

And when you tell, (you know it well)

Of desert days? What awesome story!

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Then waiting days, with irksome delays,

Will sing of praise and greater glory;

And many shall see, your trusting in Me,

As Golden Light shines from your life!

And you shall know, from days you sowed,

This Harvest Dream—come true, “At last!”