When I was seven, I waited for God to show me my way
And when He did, I asked Him to wait for some other day
That I might fulfill His desire and His plan, If He would just wait.
He was eternal, so waiting should be no big deal for Him.
He waited through my teens as I pursued other paths, other than His
And through my twenties as I floundered in my search for some light
And through my thirties, as I climbed the ladder of success against the wrong wall
And through my forties as I suffered from the pain of withholding His Will.
Nothing changes if it doesn't and it hasn't not then and not now.
And so it's time to change roles once again, turn about is fair waiting
With the surrendered life He ordained and my waiting on him as a servant
The way it always should have been. The way it was planned by design.
Sanding me down like a Master Craftsman into a work of art
That only He can create, rounding off the sharp edges
Using a file to smooth out my resistance through troubles carefully used
To bring me to total reliance...until the file was also smooth and was thrown away.