Waiting On Heaven

I try to map the road ahead

To count the steps before they're made

But every map begins to fade

And I will trust Your light instead

For your ways

are higher than mine

(higher than mine)

In the waiting, in the holding I will trust

the path unfolding

Every season has a promise You are good and

You are honest

In your timing, I am still

When promises feel far away

And silence is the only sound

I know that You are working now

To bring the beauty from the grey

You hold the stars,

You hold my hand

And what is broken,

You will mend

From the start

until the end

I am still (I am still)

In Your hands