Golden

I think it's too soon to write this

I'm still in the grip of the crisis

If this is part of making me righteous

I might just

Need a little courage to fight this

Honestly, I feel a little bit like Job

Though I know he had it worse than me

Through it all, You're making me golden

Facing opposition everywhere I go

Like somebody's cursing me

And I'm afraid

I lack the faith

For the road ahead

I try to follow You, but I don't know where You went

I go to the East

I go to the West

And still, I'm not finding You

In the North and the South

I'm chasing You down

Like somebody's hiding You

I know You know the way

I go and You won't leave me broken

Through it all, You're making me golden

So I'll stand up and face it

I got a chance and I don't wanna waste it

Sometimes, grace can be a little abrasive

But if I embrace it, it'll sharpen up my dull places

I'm trying not to focus on how cruel the universe can be

I'm looking for a reason to believe I'm wrong

Like somebody's cursing me

But I refuse to listen to

All the voices in my head

But instead, I keep praying the words that Job said

When it hurts so bad

When it all comes crashing down

When we start from scratch

See what we can live without

In the end, I know

It'll all be gold

While I wait for that

I don't look back

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