My shoes don't wear out, but I'm tired of walking in circles.
I feel like I'm starving on this manna stuff, but I'll choke on the meat...
I look to the brazen serpent, but these snake bites still hurt...
You parted the sea, and delivered me from mine enemies, but I fear I won't make it out of this wilderness.
I have been brought here to prove my heart, but I seem to have expended the mercy and grace that was afforded me.
What do I do?
Was I not one who spyed out the land and saw that it was good?!
Did I not say, "let's go now!"?
Wherein have I erred that the earth will now swallow me up?
Wherein have I erred that I must die here in this wilderness so that the children can cross over into that which was promised to me?
And if I die here in this wilderness, then who will preach? They can't know without a preacher...
Have I already preached, and become the castaway?
Is this my fate, instead of perishing in the belly of a great fish?
Do I not get my gourd plant for the worm to feast on?
Woe unto me, o wretched soul that I am!
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