Why we gotta sit and watch our lives through a window,
We get played every way, the sky grays, I can’t defend though,
Man, its time to stand up, and make my move in this battle,
I’d been sittin’ for too long, pushed through like I was cattle,
How can I stand up, when broken pillars surround me,
And the rain is comin’ soon, and I know it’ll drown me,
I need ta proceed along my way, I’m just a pawn, I’ll prolly stay,
So many decisions here to weigh, but I ain’t holdin’ no scale,
And when hard rain changes to hail, my life may quickly fail,
Just a little detail, in the game that has been planned,
In the mean time, I’ll sit and fix my eyes on His Hand

I’m more than that, I know,
Cause the Hand feels that it’s cold,
And He knows that I’ll implode,
If I sit when rain unloads,
It might take all that I hold,
If not now, when to be bold?
See lightening, thunder rolled,
The Hand moves, fingers pull,
To this pawn? I ain’t fo sho,
Dis move could bust my skull,
But I’ll trust that I’ll be calm,
Safest place, under His Palm