Isn't it so hard for most of us To find the kind of patience that will trust The slow steady work Of God beneath the surface Every moment working for our good Under all the snow is something green Hiding in the winter is a spring I know it will take The barren field of heartbreak A little time for a new rain to fall I will not hang my head His banner is over me He said I am his poetry He won't waste a word I'm gonna wait, wait on the Lord Surely I've been wrong along the way But I will not be called by my mistakes He calls me his friend When all I see's where I've been I hear him tell me where I am going I will not hang my head His banner is over me He said I am his poetry He won't waste a word I'm gonna wait Wait on the Lord There's no wound that he cannot heal No child too far gone I'm the clay on his spinning wheel He knows what I'll become I will not hang my head His banner is over me He said I am his poetry He won't waste a word (I will not hang my head, oh no) I will not hang my head His banner is over me He said I am his poetry He won't waste a word I'm gonna wait Yes,I'm gonna wait Oh, I'm gonna wait I'll wait on the Lord