[Intro - Relaxed walking upright bass, brushed snare, playful piano, muted trombone] [Spoken - Warm male baritone, very brief] I used to watch the hands of a clock. God taught me to watch what mine were doing. [Verse 1] At quarter after seven, we'd all just missed our train, The platform filled with shouting and a cold November rain. The clerk was nearly crying as she tried to make things right, I felt my temper rising, had my argument in sight. But I helped her stack the papers, said, "We'll work it out somehow," And gave her room to breathe instead of more to carry now. [Chorus - Easy swinging brass, walking bass, playful saxophone responses] Not yet isn't never, not yet isn't no, Some things need a season, some need room to grow. I can tell the truth with kindness, I can give a heart its space, I can wait without resentment, I can move at heaven's pace. I don't know the ending, and I won't pretend I do, But the Spirit's growing patience in the things I'm walking through. [Verse 2 - Playful trumpet fills, lightly bouncing piano] The boy next door was learning trumpet, loud and mostly flat, He played the same four measures; I had quite enough of that. One evening he came knocking, said, "Would you hear my new refrain?" I almost said, "Tomorrow," but I let him play again. He missed a note, then found it, and his grin lit up the hall, Sometimes what someone needs is one who stays to hear it all. [Chorus - Full brass call-and-response, steady swing] Not yet isn't never, not yet isn't no, Some things need a season, some need room to grow. I can tell the truth with kindness, I can give a heart its space, I can wait without resentment, I can move at heaven's pace. I don't know the ending, and I won't pretend I do, But the Spirit's growing patience in the things I'm walking through. [Verse 3 - Softer horns, intimate storytelling vocal] A friend and I had words that neither one could take away, I wanted him to answer every question that same day. I didn't hide the hurting or pretend the wrong was right, But gave us both some breathing room before another fight. And when we finally talked, there was no grand design, Just two hearts learning how to heal, one moment at a time. [Bridge - Half-time swing, bass and finger snaps, sustained saxophone] There's a rest inside the music, and it isn't where songs die, It's a breath between the measures where the next note learns to fly. Not every door will open, not every dream comes true, But I can keep from turning hard while You are making new. What patience gives another is the freedom to be slow, And what it gives my restless heart is room for You to grow. [Instrumental Break - Warm trombone solo, piano trading phrases, horns gradually building] [Verse 4 - Prayerful, directly to God, tender gospel harmonies] Lord, You know the days I've counted, every answer overdue, Every honest disappointment I've been carrying to You. Don't make me blind to justice, don't make me numb to pain, Just teach my hands to shelter instead of adding rain. And if I never see the ending I was hoping to receive, Let Your patience live in me, and give another room to breathe. [Final Chorus - Triumphant full big band, joyful gospel backing vocals] Not yet isn't never, not yet isn't no, Some things need a season, some need room to grow. I can tell the truth with kindness, I can give a heart its space, I can wait without resentment, I can move at heaven's pace. I don't know the ending, and I won't pretend I do, But the Spirit's growing patience in the things I'm walking through. [Outro - Playful stop-time brass, walking bass, piano flourish] [Male lead] Not yet isn't never... [Backing vocals - Warm gospel harmony] Give it time, give it grace! [Male lead] The Lord is still at work... [Full band - Final swinging brass hits] And love doesn't have to race! [Clean orchestral ending]
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