Not a day is wasted, nor a second left for spoil
For our plan is in His hands, over our head We musnt mistake, His precious "Wait", foolishly as senseless toil
We are refined in the forge of "not yet"
Each act of silent obedience serving as hot breath
Fueling the embers that Shape us
For there will come a day
When we are tried on the Sharpness of our faith
With nothing to fall back on but the fruit of our fire.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Not a day is wasted, nor a second left for spoil
For our plan is in His hands, over our head We musnt mistake, His precious "Wait", foolishly as senseless toil
We are refined in the forge of "not yet"
Each act of silent obedience serving as hot breath
Fueling the embers that Shape us
For there will come a day
When we are tried on the Sharpness of our faith
With nothing to fall back on but the fruit of our fire.