How often we do spot the angels or see the unseen hand?
Most times are tough
The going rough
Like there never was a master plan
Those steadfast doors don't open
And you pray, but you don't understand
You've gotta hold fast the hope that's in you
Don't always trust your eyes
Sometimes it takes a long time to see it as a blessing in diguise
We live upon this dark surface
And God, He moves upon the deep
What is concealed will be revealed
There is no promise He won't keep
Still we're confused by the shadows
We're awake now, but we're half asleep
Sometimes the dark can move our hearts to long for the light of the sun
And our ways don't become His ways until we are undone
And after you've been broken
You may not realize that you are grace to the broken-hearted
And a blessing in disguise