Passion - Watch Him Work Lyrics
Lyrics
It took three long days to roll the stone away And it took Friday night for Sunday's empty grave, I know it And it might be dark now, but dawn's about to break Just wait, just wait (Come on, with faith, sing)
Watch Him work all things together like He said He would And waatch Him turn our trials and troubles into something good Oh-oh, there's never been a moment wasted The waiting is the place where faith is So watch Him work, watch Him work
Don't lose heart, my soul, The King is on the move, yeah Lift your weary head, 'cause breakthrough's coming soon, I know, I know To see a miracle that only He can do Just wait, oh, just wait
And watch Him work all things together like He said He would And watch Him turn our trials and troubles into something good Oh-oh, there's never been a moment wasted The waiting is the place where faith is So watch Him work, watch Him work (Woah, because He's good, sing)
He's good and we've seen it What He starts, He completes it What He says, we believe it We believe it, we believe it He's good and we've seen it What He starts, He completes it What He says, we believe it We believe it, we believe it  (Oh, He's good, we sing) He's good and we've seen it What He starts, (I know) He completes it What He says, we believe it We believe it, we believe it  (Oh, lift your voice)
And watch Him work all things together like He said He would And watch Him turn our trials and troubles into something good I know there's never been a moment wasted The waiting is the place where faith is So watch Him work, watch Him work, woah Just watch Him work, watch Him work, woah Watch Him work, watch Him work
Oh, watch Him work All things for our good, for His glory That's what He does, oh, it's what He does Thank You, Jesus Come and do what You do Come and do what You do
Video
Passion, Landon Wolfe - Watch Him Work (Live From Passion 2026)
Meaning & Inspiration
"The waiting is the place where faith is."
Landon Wolfe and the Passion collective lean heavily on this line, and it demands scrutiny. In our current liturgical diet, we often frame waiting as a mere hurdle—a frustrating intermission before the "real" blessing arrives. But here, the lyrics anchor waiting as a theological locale. It isn't just empty time; it is the arena where the Imago Dei is forged. If we confess that God is sovereign, then the delay is not a malfunction of His providence. It is the crucible.
Scripture is rarely comfortable with our desire for immediate resolution. Consider the silence between Malachi and Matthew, or the three days of the tomb mentioned in the opening lines. If the resurrection required the "Friday night" of death, why do we assume our own "dark now" exists outside the logic of the cross? Wolfe’s lyric suggests that faith isn't just a mental ascent to a truth; it is the active, heavy lifting of remaining present in the middle of the mess.
There is a danger, of course, of turning this into a soft-focus optimism—the idea that if we wait long enough, we will inevitably get the outcome we scripted for ourselves. But the song pivots when it declares, "What He starts, He completes it." This is the doctrine of Perseverance of the Saints, though expressed here with a congregational simplicity. It points back to Philippians 1:6. The "work" mentioned isn't necessarily the external breakthrough we are clamoring for, but the internal sanctification of a soul that has learned to trust a silent God.
When I sit with these lyrics, I find the tension remains. We want the "breakthrough" the song promises, yet we are constantly confronted with the reality that God’s definition of "good" often contradicts our own definitions of comfort or relief. "All things together for good" (Romans 8:28) is a terrifying promise if we think "good" means an easy life. If it means conformity to the image of Christ—a process that involves death to self—then the waiting becomes significantly more taxing.
Watching Him work is a posture of submission, not a demand for a performance. It requires us to abandon the role of director and accept our position as the created. Does the waiting really produce faith, or does it simply expose the weakness of our own self-reliance? Perhaps it is both.
There is a raw, unfinished quality to the repetition at the end of the track. It feels like a prayer that hasn't quite received an answer yet. That is the honest place for a believer to stand. We sing, we believe, and we watch, even when the horizon remains stubbornly dark. We are betting our lives that He is not idle in the silence. Whether or not the "dawn" breaks in the way we anticipate, the doctrine holds: He is moving, even if His pace is entirely His own.