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It Is
It is what it is, but wish it wasn't
Wish it wasn't.
Everytime a promise is broken,
Everytime a question is unanswered,
Whenever we face injustice too often,
I think to myself,
It is what it is, but wish it wasn't
Wish it wasn't.
Everyday a child is left wondering
Who am I, where am I going,
Everyday an old man is left questioning
What am I, what have I done,
I think to myself,
It is what it is, but wish it wasn't
Wish it wasn't.
But I look at the face of the One
Who lives,
Even as we stand on this bitter soil
I talk to the only One who knows,
Even as we labor, strain, and toil
And I think to myself
It is what it is, and I take it as it is.
I take it today.
