These things that I think I need The things I cannot comprehend I'll come with an open hand I'm looking to You alone I will wait for You in silence oh my God I will wait for You in humble expectation Though these seeds lay to rest In the middle of the ground They will rise up a harvest somehow My weary and restless heart Is still and quiet where You are Even when the well seems dry I'll hope in Your endless life You are right at the doorway and You're coming soon I am keeping my lamp lit holding out for You You are right at the doorway of this house And I will rise up Yes I will rise up I will rise up a harvest somehow You call me to calvary The place my will is crucified But there's joy on the other side In Your resurrected life