Wasted Time

At my age, you'd think that I might have it all together
And by this time I thought that I would be a little further
Feels like every morning when I wake
I'm just starting, starting over

I can't go and change the past, what's broken remains broken
I can't see what the future holds until that door is opened
It's too much to understand
So I leave it in Your hands

You're the God who makes up for wasted time
You're the One who makes straight the crooked lines
Every promise broken
Seconds that were stolen
Years that have slipped on by
You're the God who makes up for wasted time

There's days that I don't take a step 'cause I've got so far to go
And weeks I work a hundred hours but have nothing to show
All I have is all You ask
All You ask is all I have

You're the God who makes up for wasted time
You're the One who makes straight the crooked lines
Every promise broken
Seconds that were stolen
Years that have slipped on by
You're the God who makes up for wasted time