He'll use to work His plan �
But I have learned He often speaks
And has His way through man.
He may require of me
But by His grace, I'll be the clay
Formed as He'd have me be.
Just now the doors seem closed �
But though the answer has not come,
He's heard each prayer I've posed.
His ways are not my own �
But every time I've trusted Him
My faith in Him has grown!
His clock does not run slow
And patiently I'll pray and wait,
His time is best, I know.
I don't know even when
But I have proven in the past
And I will prove again
His love my way has planned �
And no good thing will He withhold
From those who hold His hand!