Outside of Your ways

There is no rest

Just an emptiness 

That gnaws away on the inside

Like a ship lost out at sea

Moving on but never ahead

Like the rudder of fame and fortune

Meaningless

Stir up a storm

A tempest

Anything but these doldrums

Let the mast creak and bend under the strain

Fill these sails once more

Let the winds of change blow

Let them gale

Let them thunder

From the north

The south

The east

The west

Wherever Your ways are found

Take me there

Wherever Your ways are found

There I find rest