Here I am like the wind, being tossed to and fro;
Which way I’m going on today, I don’t know.
Bags in my hand and babies on my back;
Circumstances trying to over-take me, Satan on my track.
Yesterday has no room for me and my future I cannot see.
Dare to ask the question, Lord, why me?
Life’s journey’s seem so hard, endless points of suffering;
Can’t see the forest for the tree’s.
Surely there has to be a greatness bottled up inside of me.
What is the enemy trying so hard to keep from me,
Why is he on the attack? Why am I on the run?
There’s a hidden treasure a gift God has given me; And Satan knows if it’s discovered in it will be my victory.
Another soul for the kingdom, a voice seen and not heard:
As I carry God’s word.
I’m determined to fight this battle, to see it through;
Matters not what the enemy tries to do.
i’ll draw from the well of Leviathan, Take a stand against sin. And render unto God my expected end!
God know what your going through, far better than you.