Song of Patience – The Waiting Garden
Verse 1
Patience wakes with the slow sunrise,
Golden light on the open skies.
Morning dew on the meadow stays,
Teaching time in quiet ways.
Seeds lie still in the gentle ground,
Listening close to the earth’s deep sound.
Roots reach down where the waters flow,
Growing life where none can know.
Pre-Chorus
Drop after drop,
Rain feeds the land,
Time writes the story
No rush can command.
Wind through the branches,
Soft and spacious,
Nature is breathing
The rhythm of patience.
Chorus
Patience grows like a tall oak tree,
Strong through storms in quiet dignity.
Season by season the branches extend,
Trusting the journey from seed to end.
Patience flows like a winding stream,
Slow but sure in its silver gleam.
From earth to sky the spirit awakens
In the steady fruit of patience.
Verse 2
Patience lives in the mountain stone,
Standing firm through years unknown.
Snow may fall and rivers rise,
Yet the peak still greets the skies.
Patience blooms in the budding rose,
Petal by petal the beauty grows.
Spring does not hurry summer’s grace,
Each new season knows its place.
Bridge
From seed to stem,
From bud to bloom,
Time makes space
For life’s perfume.
From root to vine
The truth is this:
Growth arrives
In patience’ kiss.
Final Chorus
Patience shines like the evening star,
Guiding hearts from near and far.
Through every field let the spirit grow
In the quiet strength we come to know.
Patience sings like the forest deep,
Where ancient trees their silence keep.
Through every soul the spirit awakens
The gentle power of patient seasons.
