Wandering

Job 30: 22 Net Bible

You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.

Where to go from here? Is this what life is all about?

I can’t handle it any longer, so I am ready to give up

Things that were so near are now screaming out loud

As anger is getting stronger echoing in this empty pup

The flesh is ruling uninterrupted and it boils deep to the core

The Spirit has long been quenched as the storm just rages on

How did we get so corrupted? Was it our hunger for more?

As the call was benched to sudden in our service to the Lord

All have a beginning and so it is similar to dissatisfaction

Houses built on sand will shake and surely slowly disappear

The game is more than innings. Why is it a major attraction?

Does not “The One”, Who has it in hand deliver us from fear?