I’m at the door
Knocking- banging
My knuckles raw
I scream, I shout
What it’s all about?
I want to know
Which way to go
But the door stays shut
I’m in a rut
Don’t know what to do.
Will God see me through
This troubled time
Of despair and suffering
That is mine?
I will not curse God
I still have faith
And I know that some day
By His grace
I’ll see His face
He will open the door
Let me see
All the blessings
He’s prepared for me.
Job 1 and 42
