Waiting is not wasted time when it is waiting on the Lord. This song sits in the silence without pretending the answer has already arrived.
Associated Scripture
Isaiah 40:31: "But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."
Psalm 27:14: "Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!"
Suno Style Prompt: storyteller folk-rock, 102 bpm, 4/4 time, rhythmic acoustic guitar fingerpicking with percussive thumb-tap, warm electric bass pulse, intimate raw vocal, resonant piano chords, build to dynamic mid-tempo americana anthem
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Face down on the hardwood, staring at the grain
Palms sweating cold against the floor
If You counted every promise that I turned to dust
I'd crumble under everything I crushed.
[Pre-Chorus]
Lord, if You kept score, who would ever survive?
Yet with You there is mercy that catches my life.
[Chorus]
And I wait, my tired soul waits!
Like a watchman leaning on the iron gates
Straining through the black for a sliver of gray
Crying out to God just to give me the day
Yeah, more than the watchman on the edge of the wall
I am clinging to the promise that will never let me fall!
[Verse 2]
Forehead pressed against the cold window glass
Four in the morning, watching shadows pass
I'm speaking straight to You in the quiet and the dark—
You're the steadfast love that gives a second start.
[Pre-Chorus]
Lord, if You kept score, who would ever survive?
Yet with You there is mercy that catches my life.
[Chorus]
And I wait, my tired soul waits!
Like a watchman leaning on the iron gates
Straining through the black for a sliver of gray
Crying out to God just to give me the day
Yeah, more than the watchman on the edge of the wall
I am clinging to the promise that will never let me fall!
[Bridge]
An ancient song sang it out of the deep
A promise that time was never gonna keep down
The same God who saved in the days of the psalm
Is reaching right here through the dark for my arm
He pulled sinking lives from the waters back then
And He's breaking the chains of our wreckage again!
[Chorus]
And I wait, my tired soul waits!
Like a watchman leaning on the iron gates!
Straining through the black for a sliver of gray
Crying out to God just to give me the day!
Yeah, more than the watchman on the edge of the wall
I am clinging to the promise that will never let me fall!
[Outro]
More than watchmen for the morning...
Lord, hear my voice.
The dawn is coming.