My song isn’t sung by angels

Isn’t played in chambers or hallways

My sound is an anxious tapping

It’s a restless moving

Always, always, always

My place isn’t in this building

There are no golden ceilings that stand tall

My place is a dream that’s failing

It is broken and waiting

To fall, to fall, to fall

Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying

Wait for me

I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow

But you wait for me

Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying

Wait for me

I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow

But you wait for me

Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying

Wait for me

I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow

But you wait for me