Like Jacob of old, I clung with soul-effort,
“I will not let you go, until you bless me.”
Then the One who called forth the stars called my name.
You, born again child of God;
I called you from the valley and gave you increasing faith.
I led you to the mountaintop where I tested you
more than you could know.
I opened the eyes of your heart to see what I’ve
seen all along.
I watched for the bud of patience to bloom in your heart,
and praise to move upon your lips.
I waited for you to enter soul rest, where struggles
cease and joy returns.
I sent my word, so you would understand;
Times of waiting
are in the Father’s hands.
Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching daily at my gates.
waiting at my doorposts. Proverbs 8:34