T H E M E a N T I M E

I think about Joseph
And the waiting he did
Kept his heart pure and for the first half of his life
He had nothing to show for it
I think about Sarah
And the desert in her womb
That when her husband came home saying
God has promised it must have felt cruel

And the Meantime's where I'm living now
And I confess I don't know how to wait
You say it will be better than
The little plans my fickle heart can make
But it's hard to give that reverence
When I have no frame of reference for it
You're saying there's much hope in this
But right now hoping sure feels dangerous
Yeah right now hoping sure feels dangerous

I think about Joseph
And the plans that You had
The heights You had intended all along
Must have seemed so far out of grasp
I think about Sarah and the promise You kept
Sure as hell wasn't her timing
But You proved hope hadn't died, it merely slept

But the Meantime's where I'm living now
And I confess I don't know how to wait
You say it will be better than
The little plans my fickle heart can make
But it's hard to give that reverence
When I have no frame of reference for it
You're saying there's much hope in this
But right now hoping sure feels dangerous
Yeah right now hoping sure feels dangerous

You say waiting isn't dying
But it's so hard to tell the difference sometimes
So often it seems like there's no guarantees
I need You to change my mind

I think about Jesus in the garden at dusk
Praying out His fear in drops of blood begging for You to take the cup
But You didn't so He obeyed til He took His last breath
But on a Sunday morn He showed us all what You intend to do with death