Here am I, waiting for the Lord;
As life and times pass by.
Here am I
Waiting for the Lord.
In this ancient place of worship
Where prayers are soaked into the stone;
Where people come, friend and stranger
To wait for the Lord.
Is he here? I cannot see.
Is he speaking? I cannot hear.
And so here I am, waiting for the Lord.
But I am one of action,
Lacking the patience of saints.
I need to walk beyond this place
And there I will find the Lord.
Not in that place but carried in my heart and soul
From that place of worship where I waited
For Him who was always within.