Russell G. Robison

TROUBLED SOUL

Still lost out in the desert
With my thirst of need to know
The answers don’t come often
Matters not just where I go

At times the questions haunt me
As they always bring a truth
For I am just a troubled soul
From days back in my youth

But in me lies a shelter
Where the wind is always still
And I can rest because I know
That I have done His will