Struggle with "God"

Building our temples on shifting sands, longing for the garden searching for the Promised Land. Building the tower of Babel from the ruins and the stones, the walls are getting higher around this valley of dead bones, The rocks are crying out but we keep tuning them to bread, drowsy heavy slumber as we le starving though well-fed. The twelve tribes are fighting, we all struggle with God. All under the rein of one king who ruled the nations with an iron rod.