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#folk #rock #soul #alternative #singersongwriter #song #music #biblemusic #biblestories #biblerock #bible #biblestudy #bibleverses #worship #worshipmusic #worshipplaylist #worshipsong #spiritual #christianmusic #christian #christiansongs Ecclesiastes 1 declares that life “under the sun” feels fleeting and repetitive. Generations pass, the world remains, and human striving cannot fill the ache for meaning. Even great wisdom brings grief, for it exposes life’s limits. The chapter sets the book’s tension: human effort cannot secure lasting gain apart from God. The Words of the Preacher Ecclesiastes 1:1–2 Verse 1 Son of David, ancient king, He lifts his voice and starts to sing: “Vanity—nothing left to hold, A breath that slips through fingers cold. All is vapor, all is thin, A world that breaks where it begins.” Chorus And I’m standing in the dust again, Watching days fall where the days have been. Every step I take, I circle in— A life spent chasing the wind. The Weariness of the World Ecclesiastes 1:3–11 Verse 2 The sun keeps rising, then it fades, Running its race like a slave to its days. The wind keeps turning from north to south, But never finds a resting house. Rivers rush to the waiting sea, But the sea cries out, “There’s no filling me.” Chorus And I’m standing in the dust again, Watching days fall where the days have been. Every step I take, I circle in— A life spent chasing the wind. Bridge What has been is what will be, There’s nothing new for eyes to see. Names forgotten, stories dim— Dust remembers dust, not men. The Burden of Wisdom Ecclesiastes 1:12–18 Verse 3 I set my heart to search and know The wisdom buried deep below. But sorrow grew with every truth, And grief walked closely with my youth. For he who gathers wisdom’s light Finds shadows growing in the night. Final Chorus And I’m standing in the dust again, Watching days fall where the days have been. Every step I take, I circle in— A life spent chasing the wind. Yes, I’ve carried all this weight within, And found it all— Chasing the wind. Gentle acoustic guitar and soft piano lay a warm, soulful modern folk and rock foundation, brushed by steady, understated drums, Intimate, slightly raspy vocals flow conversationally, Subtle strings or saxophone weave in, bringing Celtic warmth and emotional depth to the tender, nostalgic sound