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Life: Pointless or Purpose


Wondering where I'm going to,

asking but nobody knows,

wishing there was some way 

I could find all my answers.

It's all the same old questions

of who's and what's and where's and when's

and hoping no one notices

how lost I feel inside,

But the secret to it all

is they're feeling just as lost.

 

We don't know where we're going 'cause

we hardly know where we've been.

We want answers to questions 

but don't quite know what to ask.

We wish we knew the future

and the truth behind it all,

but we're running round in circles

til we all fall down.

Why is it so hard to know

what to do and where to go?

 

If only we could figure out

the plan, this life, everything else,

then maybe we would feel some kind

of peace and fulfillment.

Maybe the real problem lies

in seeking sources full of lies

and believing in our souls that what

they're saying is all true.

Instead maybe we need

to be still, to stop and see

 

That the whole time we've been moving,

going hard, pushing onward,

we've really been missing out on 

what our lives really mean. 

We can have a purpose

a life that means so much more than

the stuff we tell ourselves will make us

special and happy.

Instead we can seek true life

when we live to follow Christ.

 

He shows us there's a better way

to live your life than for payday.

Focusing on stuff and things

will always be pointless.

Sure you feel good for a minute, 

but you can feel good every second

when you welcome in the One who saved

you from your pain and sin.

He gives joy and peace and love,

and He saved us all because

 

He has a mission, has a goal,

for His people to follow.

If we will live the life He calls us 

to take up for Him.

We can share this joy and love

with basically everyone

through the Gospel of the Son

who saved us forever.

He created a place for us

to live in His glory forever. 

Wondering where I'm going to,

asking but nobody knows,

wishing there was some way 

I could find all my answers.

It's all the same old questions

of who's and what's and where's and when's

and hoping no one notices

how lost I feel inside,

But the secret to it all

is they're feeling just as lost.

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