Verse 1
I used to curse the waiting,
thought delay meant I was lost,
measuring my worth in ceilings
I kept hitting like a wall.
Watching everybody’s highlight reels
while mine looked stuck on pause,
didn’t know the ground was breaking
underneath all my “because.”
Verse 2
Tried to force doors with my bare hands,
tried to make the river run,
chased the money, chased the status,
chased a shortcut to “I’ve won.”
But every time it fell apart
in ways I didn’t understand,
something better down the timeline
was already in Your plan.
Pre-Chorus
Now I see the slow years,
the empty and the grind,
were the roots beneath the surface
of a tree I’d meet in time.
Chorus
It wasn’t late, it was right on time—
every “not yet,” every closed sign.
Every heartbreak, every near miss,
was the hand of heaven saying, “Wait for this.”
I thought I needed life to move much faster,
but timing was the quiet kind of answer.
Now I don’t rush the climb,
’cause if it’s mine,
it will be right on time.
Verse 3
My family almost shattered
in the middle of the road,
too much weight on fragile shoulders,
too much hurt we never spoke.
Just when I was sure the story
had to end with “we’re through,”
a soft and sacred turning
brought us back to something new.
Pre-Chorus
Now when doors don’t open
on the schedule in my head,
I remember how that turning
brought us back from almost dead.
Chorus
It wasn’t late, it was right on time—
the way grace stepped in and changed our lines.
When I thought the story had to end,
time was holding one more chance to mend.
I thought I needed miracles on my own terms,
but grace was on a clock I hadn’t learned.
Now I breathe and let life rhyme,
’cause what is mine
will come right on time.
Bridge
So if you’re standing in the hallway
with a thousand locked-up doors,
holding every “no” like proof
that you’re not meant for something more—
let my journey be a witness,
let this melody remind:
you are not behind in life,
you are right on time.
Tag
Not early, not too late,
you’re arriving at your gate.
Final Chorus
It isn’t late, it’s right on time—
every detour, every sign.
Even all the years that felt like waste
were the furnace for your faith.
You don’t have to chase what’s already written,
trust the seasons you’ve been given.
When the purpose finally shines,
you’ll look back and realize:
every “wait,” each valley climb,
pulled you here—
right on time.
Outro
So I don’t chase the finish line,
I just walk this sacred line,
knowing everything that’s meant for me
will meet me
right on time.
Eduardo_Javier
