Waiting Room

I will run when I cannot walk.

I will play when there is no song.

I will pray when there is no prayer.

I will listen when I cannot hear.

 

Sitting in the waiting room of silence,

Waiting for that still soft voice I know,

Offering my words up to the rooftop to Your heart,

Trusting that this closet’s where you are.

 

I will fight when I cannot feel.

I will trust when you don’t seem real.

I will tell when I cannot speak.

I will step when I cannot see.

 

Lord I know, if I change my mind,

You will change my heart in time.

Sovereign Lord, this time’s from you,

So I sit in the waiting room of silence.

Because it’s all about you.

 

-Shane Barnard