Sometimes this feeling in my chest of hope gets wrapped around my neck
And I can’t breathe
My expectations they outlast and seem to exceed anything that happens
To me
In these moments when I think that nothing else will ever change and I’m stuck
With just the same old thing
That’s when you reach out and hold my hand and I know you will comfort me
And say:

My child, it’s never easy.
My child it’s always gonna be a bit of a struggle.
My child you will have rest and you will have success, but until then
Wait and sing, wait and sing.

Sometimes it’s hard to wrap my mind around poor choices time after time
And I’m thankful, for reminders
That I’ve got friends and I’ve got you, and that’s enough to see me through
Whatever I encounter
It’s difficult and yet I think you’re changing me, I’m on the brink
Of some kind of breakthrough
A glimmer of some hope, is water to my soul and I’m encouraged, as I hear you say:

Waiting don’t come naturally, I’d rather have my timing, please.
How can it take so long? Oh, please remove this anxiety!
Replace it with the truth that you make all things new in time and you
Are desperate for me to sing, my troubles out while waiting.