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 You say don't rush this You've got to be patient when you plant a seed There'll be a harvest Don't make that your idol keep your eyes on me Your timing is perfect Right down to the minute Late in bloom or suddenly You know when it's best for me So when I am weary And aching for what I've not seen And I'm tempted to rush the hands of time To force them to bend to me You say don't worry The hustle is so overrated I will be content With what you have given as my daily bread Your timing is perfect Right down to the minute Late in bloom or suddenly You know when it's best for me Make me like the sparrow Happy to be fed from the hand of God Make me like the lilies Light and gentle, calm and unafraid Content to grow where they stand Your timing is perfect Right down to the minute Late in bloom or suddenly You know when it's best for me