The times and seasons of God are perfect
He knows what I do not know
If I am sent before I am ready
The voice of a stranger, I may follow
I choose to follow His voice
I choose to follow Him
I choose to wait until it’s my turn
And not force His hand.
When I am ready,
I am ready.
When I’m not,
I’ll fall.
The times and seasons of God are perfect
And I choose to wait for the High Call.
