Murmurings

Due to your murmuring and complaining
In your situation you will be staying

Not understanding that its through obedience
This is what will bring you out
But everytime a way of escape is made
You tend to miss it because of your doubt

Cursed by walking
Living by what you see
When will you learn to put your trust in me

Four hundred years
You could've already made it to the promise land
But you rather go back into bondage
Working under the hot sun and tournamented sand

So with your murmuring and complaining
In your stagnant situation you will stay
Come to me when your willing to obey what it is I say