Where I'm Going

I don’t know where I’ve been
I don’t know where I’m going
And all that I am doing
Is doing what He’s showing

To some it surely seems
His mighty wind is blowing
And though you feel the chill
The cold is only growing

It’s numbing for your face
You’re reaping what you’re sowing
We see the difference
‘Tween doing and of knowing

He wants to ask you why
Such large loads you are towing
But His biggest question is,
“Hey mister, where you going?”