The Waiting: Hands In The Air

If I raise my hands just to lift a shade, Will I reveal a sky heavy and gray?Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?How I hate a morning starting out this wayOn these lonely, raging mornings I wouls whip You if I couldBut You're on the mighty side of strongAnd the perfect side of goodIf I raise my hands will You grab me by the wristsAnd will You try to pull me from the fray?And even if my fingers join together into fistsWill You hold me firmly anyway?Because I would try to escape YouBut for everyday I'm sureThat You're on the huge side of bigAnd the holy side of pureOkay, hear what I sayAs I raise my hands in surrender todayOkay, here I will stayHands in the air, singing have Thine own wayIf I raise my hands so weak and thin and frailWill You reveal the light of mercy in Your eyes?If I cry to You faintly will my feeble whisper failOr will it find its way to a reply?Because, now that I'm exhausted I think I'm ready to admitThat I have spent all my resistance on someone I can't resistLight from my window sill, make my way to the doorI hang my head and still, I know You're wanting moreOver the threshold now, I move across the yardAll that my will allows, my every step is hardNow in the garden I carve out six feet of spaceThere make my will comply, lie down upon my faceBeen toe to toe too long, I'm tired of fighting YouI see You were too strong, cause I am black and blueBut now I understand a losers due to winHow every dying man is sure to rise againSo I raise my left hand one, I raise my right hand tooUnder the morning sun, my spirit cries to YouOkay, hear what I sayAs I raise my hands in surrender todayRight hereUnder the sunHands in the air, singing Thy will be doneI'm hereUnder the sunHands in the air, singing Thy will be doneOkay, hear what I sayHands in the air, singing have Thine own wayHave Thine own way