Tomorrows

My song isn’t sung by angels

Isn’t played in chambers

Or hallways

My sound is an anxious tapping

It’s a restless moving

Always, always, always

My place isn’t in this building

There are no golden ceilings

That stand tall

My place is a dream that’s failing

It is broken and waiting

to fall, to fall, to fall

Oh Lord Jesus

I’m still trying

Wait for me

I stay today

And I’ll run tomorrow

But I know you wait for me