I know I must wait for the Lord to unfold;
My heart fills with fear for all that’s untold.
Wanting so badly to walk in your will;
My eyes see it clearly, yet I stand still.
Listening so closely to hear your voice;
Realizing in hearing, it demands a choice.
Knowing you promise to lead with a plan;
But wondering how on earth will I stand.
Dying to self is what I hear your voice say;
I cry out to you Lord, “Is that the way?”
Your love tenderly whispers, “My daughter be bold;
For my strength is sufficient, your heart shall never
“For my timing now is perfect, as so is my plan;
All you have to do is let me take command.”
“Each door I will open, each key I will give;
Through you, my child, My spirit wishes to live.”
“Go now with confidence for I will show you the road;
I will shorten the length, I will carry the load.”
“In all that you go through, you may be reviled;
But shall walk out victoriously
With the hand of a child!”