Empty Smith - Every Closed Door Lyrics

When I was a child the world felt so wild like a wilderness waiting to be
Explored for the first time all fresh air and sunshine and blue skies on infinitely
But as I got older the nights they got colder the clouds came and often they stayed
And those infinite choices turned into old voices that echo of roads I can't take

Is every closed door a gift from Your hands leading me on to some promised land?
Cause I cannot see and I don't understand how all these closed doors could be part of Your plan

Things that I wanted that once held me haunted that danced through the fields of my mind
They dug with a madness and spadefuls of sadness in the ground where my dreams went to die
And as I shed tears for the hours and years given over to what wouldn't be
I looked up to Heaven to the stars in their splendor and asked what to do with my grief

I hope when I'm older I look past my shoulder at the wreckage that's littered my path
At the things disappointing turned into anointing for blessings I'd never have had
If I woulda chose from what I woulda known from the beauty of things I could see
My life would be wasted and I'd never have tasted the sweetness of Your sovereignty