Russell G. Robison


I hate it when God knocks me down
And says: look where you have been
What really matters needs my focus
I’m drifting off again

Why does it make some nervous
That I feel it’s time to go
I understand their feelings
But it’s me I really know

Too much of who I really am
Too much of who I’m not
Too much of who I’ll never be
Too much I’ve not forgot

My gale brings rising winds each day
My sea so angry still
As each day I face my journey
Till the end a test of will