Oh Lord I’ve been waiting
Waiting for the ground to give way
Give way to the life that’s growing
Beneath the rock and clay
How long, will it take me
To see the plans that I’ve made
Become the trees with fruit
The evidence, of prayers that I have prayed
don’t rush this
You’ve got to patient plant a seed
There’ll a
that idol me
Your perfect
to the minute
suddenly
it’s best for me
So I am
And for I’ve not seen
And tempted to rush the hands of time
To them to bend to me
don’t worry
The so overrated
I will content
With have as my daily
Your perfect
to the minute
suddenly
it’s best for me
Make me the sparrow
Happy to from the hand of
Make me the
Light and gentle, and
Content to grow where stand
Your perfect
to the minute
it’s best for me