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Is It His Discontent?

I don’t know what I ought to know
I have this feeling about myself
It might be who I was all along
Or something that invited itself

Sometimes we know too much
We see bugs, fires and rising seas
Is this heaven blowing a horn
Or just a sinners disease?

I don’t know what God will do about us
We pray for his will, but is it his discontent?
Heaven is his peace, earth our torment

I don’t think I have a lot of loose ends
Even if I do they’re running before the wind
Even if I do they’re not a gift I’ll ever send
Even if I do on me they will never depend

How much time we think we have
But God blinks and we’re gone
To him it was but a moment
Then he asks, “Was it right or wrong?”

I don’t know what God will do about us
We pray for his will, but is it his discontent?
Heaven is his peace, earth our torment