Scatter thoughts, empty promises unkept.
Struggling to see the purpose  of isolation.
Still your promises are well kept. Lord God.
Its our fleshy promises that are empty words.
Scatter by the violent wind that we fail to see coming.
Caught up in our trials and tribulation appearing.
Out of nowhere, but isn't this usually how it happens.
If we knew the future then we would think to our selves.
Why do we need God then ,but we can not and we do need Jesus.