When my time is not yours, my LORD,

When my time is not yours, my LORD,
oh what a struggle it is,
i find myself , twisting and tossing,
i find myself looking up, 
with hands folded in prayer,
i also find myself pacing restlessly,
up and down ,
my heart suggests several ways,
some i accept and some i decline,
but yet LORD, i find myself waiting,
for the help has to come from you,
deep inside i know, you care,
and in your silence too, there is a purpose unfolding,
a purpose tp bless me more,
a purpose to draw me nearer to thee,
i know your delays are not denials,
yet i long that my hours of waiting end,
and i rejoice to praise you for the favour done.