While I wait for an answer from You
I find myself not knowing what to do
I fiddle my thumbs, and look up at the sky
I sit around watching the time crawl by
My prayers seem so empty and so void
And they have become something I try to avoid.
I cant be still. I can't remain calm
So I open my Bible and read a Psalm.
I find a prayer from a mighty King
That he is grateful for what you bring.
The answered prayers, the good, and even the bad
I take it from you even though I'm sad
Even while I wait, not so patiently at all
I know you are there even when I fall.