We push and we pull this caravan of dreams up hill that's just too steep.
Then with all hope lost we collapse in despair, finally admitting defeat.
You promised that you have a plan for us, you're guiding our every step.
Carefully moving each stone in our way, clearing a well lighted path.
And we cry 'cause we just can't understand the work you're preparing to do.
You'd think that by now we'd have made the resolve to put our faith in you.
But the questions keep coming like hard winter's hail
and we fight 'cause we just can't win.
So Father, bear with us, we're dragging our feet as we begin that climb again.
Each day a new piece of the puzzle is found and snaps itself into place.
You constantly tell us we've go to slow down,
we're not going to win this race.
'Cause you're holding the ropes and the net down below-
you won't let us fall to the ground.
It's hard to hang in there
but what else can we do but surrender all fears and all doubts.
And we cry 'cause we just can't understand the work you're preparing to do.
You'd think that by now we'd have made the resolve to put our faith in you.
But the questions keep coming like hard winter's hail
and we fight 'cause we just can't win.
So Father, bear with us, we're dragging our feet as we begin that climb again.
