Ecclesiastes

Everything is meaningless, chasing after the wind
I know my will is to do the Lord's work, but where do I begin
I looked and knocked, and he answered the door
Filled with reverence and awe, my knees hit the floor
He said no one could do it alone
So I asked for help, and worshipped at his throne
I confessed my sins, and I was forgiven
And the Angel's began to rejoice and praise God in heaven
For I once was lost, but now I'm found
I'm no longer trapped in the wilderness, but safe and sound
My dreams are touched by your mighty hand
You've shown me wonders that can be done by no mortal man
You've brought me through the darkest and hottest of all hells
And cooled my soul with water from Jacob's Well

Thepoeticprophet