I wrestle with the silence, With prayers that seem delayed, But faith is not a finish line— It’s where my feet are laid. I wait not with weariness, But eyes that seek the light, The vision still has might in it, Though hidden from my sight. I will wait with grace, I will walk by faith, Though I don’t see the plan, I trust His ways. He’s preparing hearts, He’s shaping time— I’ll follow Jesus To the appointed time. God’s rhythm is not hurried, His timing never late, He’s working in the quiet Beyond the opened gate. I choose the path of patience, Not panic like the crowd, I listen for His whisper When the world is loud. I will wait with grace, I will walk by faith, Though I don’t see the plan, I trust His ways. He’s preparing hearts, He’s shaping time— I’ll follow Jesus To the appointed time. So here I stand, and here I start, No need to understand— Step by step, I follow Him, Held in His sovereign hand. I will wait with grace, I will walk by faith, Though I don’t see the plan, I trust His ways. He’s preparing hearts, He’s shaping time— I’ll follow Jesus To the appointed time.
