You're waiting on my voice
My whispers love to find you
In the waiting
You'll miss them in the noise
You'll miss them in the
Chaos of your straining
Searching,
There is a searching in the silence
There is a knowing in the quiet
That I haven't forgotten my word
Sifting,
There is a sifting in the waiting
And though the seasons may be changing
I am still worth your praise in the pain
I'm waiting on you
To slow down and remember
Why you're runnin'
I don't need you to move
Simply stop and stay here
In the tension
Of what's to come
Searching,
There is a searching in the silence
There is a knowing in the stillness
That I still remember my word
Sifting,
There is a sifting in the waiting
And though the seasons may be changing
I am still worth your praise in the pain
I'm still worth your praise in the pain
Still worth your praise
Still worth your praise
Still worth your praise
Still worth your praise
Sifting,
There is a sifting in the waiting
And though the seasons may be changing
I am still worth your praise in the pain
I am still worth your praise