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 I know you wait for me
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