...of Scars and Soil... Lyrics

Of scars and soil
Of pain and toil
I shall see with my eyes
My material demise
My life has become a tragedy

Many things I have seen under the sun
All is vanity, a chasing after wind
A chasing after nothing
There is a time for all things under Heaven
A time for birth and for death
A time to speak and to be still
I scrape myself with the dried earth
The shards of clay from my broken dreams
My skin festers with boils
As I sit in silence
I rip open my clothes and uncover my heart
See what's down inside

Of scars and soil we are made
And in our suffering we claim
An innocence alien to all of man
And what have we to boast?
We are tragic at most
An object of wrath yet His mercy remains

Of scars and soil we are made
The fire will cleanse all our pain
Of scars and soil we are made
Of pain and toil is our claim

Then Job opened his mouth and he cursed the day of his birth. - Job 3:1
Why should not the day perish on which I was born, and the night which said, "A boy is conceived"? May that day be darkness. Do not let the light shine upon it. Let the darkness and the black gloom claim it. Let a cloud settle on it. let the blackness of the day terrify it. As for that night, let the blackness seize it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the months. Behold! Let that night be barren. Let no joyful shout enter it. Let those who curse, curse it!