I love to laugh from the depths of my belly
But society says it's not befitting of a lady
I don't mind crying if the tears are genuine
But society says it shows defeat not a win
I find joy in giving a lift to anyone at all
But reality says that’s a serious danger call
Because of norms and evils we can't be real
Oh God help us, is this our subtle ordeal???
I would like to greet the people I meet
But that can be snubbed like a dirty sheet
I sometimes like offering a hand to a stranger
But most times all they see in me is danger
Good deeds I may like giving and receiving
Though both ways it raises lots of suspicion
Because of norms and evils we can’t be real
Oh God help us, is this our subtle ordeal???
The beggar may really need my money to survive
Why do I only see fuel for joblessness to thrive?
I can lift up a prayer for the ones who hurt me
But their cruelty easily binds, hard to free
Why are we so careful so no one can take advantage
Like we don’t trust God who supplies on any life page
Because of the norms and evils we can’t be real
Oh God help us, is this our subtle ordeal???
I could go on complaining about what may not be right
But without action it changes no plight
Actions? Making it better or worse?
Making no difference, or a blessing, or curse?
Living to please God was never as easy as it seemed
Trusting Him in obedience: simple, not easy, but what we need
Because of norms and evils we don’t have to stay unreal
Our God can help us through any subtle ordeal
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.[a]
Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)
