Angry Minds Coming From Egypt

Frustration knocks. I answer, hoping to seek the answer to my question. Why?
Why is it like this? Why is it like that? Why am I here?
I thought glory felt better? Maybe it’s not mine to begin with…
I thought walking this path had a better scenery.
I thought hearing your song had a better melody.
I thought your book was a cookbook full of recipes.
I thought your plan was my plan.
I thought your way was my way.
I didn’t know they were mirrors on the journey – God.
Father – I see my old reflection and my new reflection, less clear.
The old I know, the new is new.
I thought there was familiarity in the unfamiliar.
Father I’m angry. Father I’m angry. Are the footsteps real or spiritual?
Father, I thought my way was better, I thought my way was better.
Father….. going feels like coming, coming from Egypt. Coming from Egypt.