Sour Notes

I just don’t understand it;
why life keeps going wrong,
why there’s always a sour note that spoils
my would be happy song…
And the good and peacefulness I seek,
seems doubt, evil and strife
show up ‘round every corner,
those markers in my life
that say I’m doing it all wrong,
that make me seem the fool…
When I think I’ve got it all together
someone changes the rules.

I try to do the things I should,
I try to love my neighbor,
to walk my daily path with God,
to be attentive to my labor,
but just when I think I’ve got it right
I’m told I’m doing it all wrong
and I hear those sour notes again
in my would be happy song.

I’ve tried to set a good example,
try to walk only in the light
but someone always points out clouds,
says I’m not living right
though I’m trying to follow
what it says in God’s word;
Seems even that gets twisted, beaten
by the stampeding herd
that is always running over me,
trying to trample me to death.
I’m feeling bruised and beaten.
I’m tired and need some rest.

I’m feeling so discouraged
and find it hard to cope
when day by day my joy and peace
gets filled with sour notes;
when someone says again, again
points out the changes in the rules,
tries casting doubt on all my hope
to make me look the fool.

I won’t judge others in their choosing,
though I may strongly disagree;
Their life is theirs to choose and live
and that also goes for me…
I’ll share with you my faith and hope,
what it is that I believe
and try to keep my candle lit
so other hearts may see.

I may not always understand.
I don’t always do things right
but my hope, my faith will always cling
to that glimmering of light
that shines out of the confusion
in this dark world of changing rules
that corrupts and twists and bends and breaks
and causes me to look like a fool…
I admit sometimes I make mistakes
as I try to comprehend and cope
but I’m tired and I need some rest
from all these sour notes.

I’m fed up with the harassment,
with gossip, slander and abuse;
I’m tired of all the twists and bends in life
when God already set the rules
for us to follow,
and it is His way that I choose.
Bending the rules to seem new truth
will never right a wrong.
Twisting things to have our way
will not make a better song.

I’m tired of all the bickering
when seems we just more trouble borrow;
When we debate and twist and bend,
seems it leads to just more sorrow
and it doesn’t change one moment past,
nor brighten one tomorrow.
We can’t change life’s rules to suit our self;
when we do, those rules ring hollow.
God already set the rules
that He says we should follow.
It is in Him I find the light in life,
courage, strength and hope;
Trying to change things our own way
only makes sour notes.