Wanting to move, I find myself seized with indecision
Having a desire to respond, yet holding back
I know not what my Lord wills in this situation
And time marches on, heedless
Deep wants, the secret dreams, held close and dear
Grasping the insistent hope, while waiting
For the fog between now and the future to clear
As time marches on, heedless
The silence is His answer, and I am contented
All things in time, the patient virtue tells
With hope and faith my dreams in Him invested
While time marches on, with purpose