The Voice

Now my hearts been broken but my souls still floating cause the voice has spoken.
I've been shutting it out with verbs of what will happen but he's been screaming it back cause something he's been planning and all of this chaos is beyond my understanding.
I am finally letting go.
I have there is a limit to all that I can know and I don't like it.
I think id let my heart stop if it meant my mind would stop with it.
You think God likes watching us wait?
I feel like Truman looking for a sign I'm going the right way.
I know there's a plan for my life filled with Gods whole desire.
That young coffee house vibe with all hearts filled with fire
but that's just an idea.
I don't know if its coming from God
or its just a lie I'm telling myself as God sees it as flawed.
I feel like God's knocked at the door but I didn't quite hear it.
Screaming please God knock again knock again! I swear I won't fear it.
Some people say he whispers in the wind but I don't hear that.
I want him the grab me by my arm and scream in my face " this is my plan for you"
I think I ask for too much.
He's given me life and love but I ask for more.
I want clarity.
I want to see Gods vision for my life but it feels like I'm look in a dark room through a dirty window. Please turn on some lights and clean that damn window.
Everyone's got there way of cleaning that window. Some people say pray some people say listen. Everyone got there way of catching God's vision.
So what do I do?
Cast out that doubt it's not that easy. I gotta stop telling God "it's your turn, please me!"
My arms are getting tired from scrubbing that window.
Maybe I'll just break it.