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