Sometimes we wait, simply to find
Did Moses know when the branches spoke he would be the chosen one?
Or did his people know that a cloud of smoke would someday lead them home?
Sometimes God will speak through a bush of flames or pillars in the sky,
But at times His silence fills our days leaving us to wonder “Why?”.
Sometimes we wait, simply to find
Sometimes His answers come with time,
Not right away clearly to see,
Sometimes we never get those parted seas
That led us from the shore.
But there is a place
Where we rest in His grace
When sometimes we wait on the Lord.
If I had my way, there would come a day with a never-ending dawn.
No more mournful sighs in the dark of night as I wonder where He’s gone.
I would never see how His mercy reigns beneath a cloudless sky.
There would be no need for healing grace to comfort when we cry.
Sometimes we wait, simply to find
Sometimes His answers come with time,
Not right away clearly to see,
Sometimes we never get those parted seas
That led us from the shore.
But there is a place
Where we rest in His grace
When sometimes we wait on the Lord.
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