Sometimes life gets worse while you are a worshiper.
Some give up, is this the price of being a worshiper?
Imagine going to the east and find yourself on the west.
Imagine being born poor and things get worse.
Pastor, prophet, or evangelist, I am talking life as it is.
Pope, rabbi, or imam, I am telling the truth as it is.
Let me wear my glasses and go straight to the book of Job.
Let me ask again, was this the price of being a worshiper to Job.

Misunderstanding on us, our ambitions frustrates us.
Misunderstanding on us, our ambitions obstruct us.
Some wish to be there, while it will take their peace.
Sometimes we have to accept to regain our peace.
Look at me, I am happy here at the bottom of Africa.
Let me blow my trumpet, Yes North America it is made in Africa.

-Written By: The Senior 7 July 2020