Sometimes it seems when all is done,
I'm outside the gate and looking in.
The questions loom,
my trust is weak,
the heart wanes faint and still.
If I could see more clearly
I know I would not doubt you then.
But faith can't grow
if all is seen
and understood right now.
So by the gate I watch and wait
for Him to turn and let me in.
weak trust can grow,
My heart will quicken then.
He makes no gate that will not be
a place to rest and seek His will
the questions key
unlocks His love
and our hearts gentled see.