Poetry (Live)

Isn't it so hard for most of us

To find the kind of patience that will trust

The slow steady work

Of God beneath the surface

Every moment working for our good

'Cause under all the snow is something green

Hiding in the winter is a spring

I know it will take

The barren field of heartbreak

A little time for a new rain to fall

I will not hang my head

His banner is over me

He said I am his poetry

He won't waste a word

And I'm gonna wait

Wait on the Lord

Surely I've been wrong along the way

But I will not be called by my mistakes

He calls me his friend

When all I see's where I've been

I hear him tell me where I am going

I will not hang my head

His banner is over me

He said I am his poetry

He won't waste a word

And I'm gonna wait

Wait on the Lord

There's no wound that he cannot heal

There's no child too far gone

I'm the clay on his spinning wheel

He knows what I'll become

I will not hang my head

His banner is over me

He said I am his poetry

And he won't waste a word

(I will not hang my head, oh no)

I will not hang my head

His banner is over me

He said I am his poetry

He won't waste a word

And I'm gonna wait

Yes, I'm gonna wait

Oh, I'm gonna wait

I'll wait on the Lord