What Is Life
Life is a whirlpool
It drives you to the bottom no matter how hard your try to get away.
Life is a thunderstorm
It weighs you down and strikes down the proud.
Life is a blizzard
It is freezing cold and eventually buries you.
Life is a desert
It burns and offers little relief.
Life is quicksand
It traps you and leaves you no escape.
Who can truly give me refuge and comfort?
When will God be merciful and give me a turning point?
Have I been pierce enough?
Have not my tears flooded enough oceans?
Why must I live when each day pierces me?
Why must all I have sown be left to the crows?
When, O Lord, when will I enjoy a harvest?
When will I be satisfied with a full cup and overflowing chalice?
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