A word I’ve come to hate
They’ve all gone, very far
Some are close to getting “it”
Others are not, but they are all far ahead of me.
Yet you ask me to wait!
You keep holding me back here
I know I have what it takes
I know the costs and the stakes
I can do more than their expectations
I know I can surpass their peaks.
Why do you keep holding me back?
Why won’t you let the spotlight shine on me?
Why won’t you let me go out and get a “name”?
Do you hate me so much that you don’t want to see me celebrated?
What is it about me that you have refused me to be revealed?
You keep whispering, in my ears, “Wait, wait”.
I’m getting tired of waiting …..
“And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, and was in the deserts till the day of his shewing unto Israel.
Your day of shewing is yet to come
I love you too much to put you out there prematurely.
You despise this desert experience, but you’re ignorant of the fact that it’s building you..
Wait, my child or you’ll rise like smoke only to disappear without a trace.
Wait princess, lest you be like them, here today and gone tomorrow.
Wait for the appointed time
Wait for your time of “shewing”
They may have gone ahead of you but they are not ahead of you
Because when I’m ready to reveal to the world what I’ve been working on, in you, I accelerate you.
Have you not heard? ‘They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.’