My heart is like a boat on choppy seas
Directions changing,constantly deceived.
I startle like an infant with no guard.
All burned up.my self is painful charred
Why are the winds inconstant and too strong?
And where on earth does this poor soul belong?
I need a life official to take root.
Otherwise I shall produce no fruit.
Not the barren fig tree Jesus cursed
Save me from a life that feels accursed