Tomorrows
Jessy RIbordy
My song isn’t sung by angels
Isn’t played in chambers or hallways
My sound is an anxious tapping
It’s a restless moving
Always, always, always
My place isn’t in this building
There are no golden ceilings that stand tall
My place is a dream that’s failing
It is broken and waiting
To fall, to fall, to fall
Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying
Wait for me
I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow
But you wait for me
Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying
Wait for me
I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow
But you wait for me
Oh, Lord Jesus, I’m still trying
Wait for me
I stay today and I’ll run tomorrow
But you wait for me