Frustration, frustration, it’s setting in!
The worst of it all is about to begin.
They hate, how they hate what they can't see!
The end, and return to what was meant to be.
Their ears, their ears, must tickle so much!
Belief in the lies but not seeing them as such.
Truth sits and stares; shining so brightly!
But it’s not seen by most, not even slightly.
Frustration, frustration, oh why can’t they see?
See what seems so plain to you and to me?
Fear disguised as hope that things will get better,
Meanwhile it continues to get wetter and wetter.
There goes one drop, now two, three and four,
Before long it'll become a complete downpour.
Mountains will crumble, crumble and shake
People will wonder how much they can take.
Frustration, frustration, oh why didn’t they see?
That which we knew would come to be?
We delivered the message, we warned and we called,
But instead of hearing, into their holes they crawled.
Now fear disguised as anger is directed our way,
Like children who lost at the game they played,
They throw down their pieces and stomp their feet.
But they’re standing on sand and not on concrete.
Frustration, frustration, only it’s twofold now.
For them and for us in not knowing how,
to reach them before opportune time has passed.
Before it’s too late and the final move is cast.
Oddly enough I feel better in getting this out.
By turning the knob and just letting it spout.
Calmer now, slowly I… breathe out…breathe in…
It’s in Father’s hands, just as it always has been.