These things that I think I need
The things I cannot comprehend
I'll come with an open hand
I'm looking to You alone
I will wait for You in silence oh my God
I will wait for You in humble expectation
Though these seeds lay to rest
In the middle of the ground
They will rise up a harvest somehow
My weary and restless heart
Is still and quiet where You are
Even when the well seems dry
I'll hope in Your endless life
You are right at the doorway and You're coming soon
I am keeping my lamp lit holding out for You
You are right at the doorway of this house
And I will rise up
Yes I will rise up
I will rise up a harvest somehow
You call me to calvary
The place my will is crucified
But there's joy on the other side
In Your resurrected life