I Called Him but He Gave No Answer

"I called him but He gave me no answer" (Song of Solomon:5:6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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Prayer sometimes waits like a petitioner at the gate until the King comes forth to grant her request.  The Lord has been known to try great faith by long delays. He has permitted His servant's voices to echo in their ears as from a brazen sky. They have knocked at the golden gate, but it has remained immovable, as though it was rusted upon its hinges. Like Jeremiah, they have cried "Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through"  (Lamentations:3:44Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through.
See All...). True saints have continued long in patient waiting without reply. This was not because their prayers were not intense or because they were unaccepted. But the delay pleased Him who is Sovereign and who gives according to His own pleasure.  If it pleases Him for our patience to be exercised He will do as He desires with His own! Beggars must not be choosers concerning the time, place,  or form of their answer.  But we must be careful not to take delays in prayer for denials. We must not allow Satan to shake our confidence in the God of truth by pointing to our unanswered prayers. Unanswered petitions are not unheard. There is a registry in the court of heaven where every prayer is recorded. The Lord has a bottle in which the costly tears of sacred grief are stored and a book in which your holy groanings are numbered. (see Psalm:56:8Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
See All...). You will prevail. Only be content to wait a little while. Your Lord's time will be better than your own. he will answer you to make you put away the sackcloth and ashes of long waiting. He will clothe you with the scarlet and fine linen of your heart's desire.
--C.H. Spurgeon