God’s timing is not ours, his day is like a year…
But he knows just when the time is right, to us it seems not near.
Within his perfect timing, we rant and rave once more…
But when a window closes, he opens up a door.
Sometimes our understanding, is like a spider web…
Confusion and uncertainly, it flows just like an ebb
So stop and take a listen, and if you try to hear…
The voice of God is calling, to whisper in your ear.
You may not think he listens, and that he doesn’t care…
But sometimes years they pass away, then realize he WAS there.
When life is full of troubles, just fold your hands and pray…
For God in his own timing, still answers prayers today.