OUR TALK THIS MORNING   FATHER, HELP ME ENTER INTO YOUR REST;    AS YOU PUT  YOUR  IRON IN MY SOUL. THEN, HELP ME LOOSEN THIS LOGICAL GRIP    THAT MAKES ME KEEP CONTROL.   YOU SAID THAT MY TIMES ARE IN YOUR HANDS,    YOU’VE PROVEN THAT THEY ARE. YET, EACH DAY MY ANXIOUS THOUGHTS RISE UP    AND MAKE ME LOOK TOO FAR.   TODAY THE MANNA’S THERE, ON THE GROUND,    EXACTLY AS YOU SAID. AS I PICK IT UP AND START TO EAT,    MY MIND JUMPS SIX MONTHS AHEAD.   THIS LABOR TO ENTER INTO YOUR REST;    TO COME AND EAT WITHOUT PRICE, IS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE;    TO STOP BEING LORD OF MY LIFE.   I’VE REACHED THE PLACE    THAT MY STRENGTH WON’T TAKE ME TO THE PLACES YOU PROMISED ARE MINE.    I’D TAKE THE QUICK-FIX; I HATE TO BE TRAINED. I’D SHORT-CUT IT EVERY TIME.   I LOOK IN YOUR FACE, YOUR JAW IS SET;    REGARDLESS OF WHAT I SAY. YOUR LOVE STANDS STRONG;                                                     YOU’RE LETTING ME KNOW THIS IS THE ONLY WAY.                                                                I’VE FINISHED THE WORK;    I’VE RENT THE VEIL! YET, I LABOR TO GET YOU    TO LET ME PREVAIL.   YOU WHISPER, YOU WOO, LOVE SONGS IN MY EAR.    SAFE IN MY BED, IT’S EASY TO HEAR. THEN THE NEXT DAY BEGINS; IT’S TIME TO WALK    AND I SEE THAT THIS TRUTH IS EASY TO TALK!   GOD, I HATE CHANGE.  I LIKE BEING LORD.    HOW LETHAL CHILD’S HANDS THAT PICK UP THE SWORD.                                                                  A CHILD  SITTING KING, IS A PROVEN DISASTER;    IT’S TIME TO GROW-UP AT THE FEET OF THE MASTER.   AND NOT JUST A BEAUTIFUL RHYME THAT I HEAR.    A DEFINITE ACTION; SURE STEPS THAT STOP FEAR. A QUESTION UNANSWERED WILL GENERATE STRIFE.    SO SUBTLE; NOT KNOWING CAN RUIN A LIFE.   DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT MY WAY WON’T  CONFIRM,    WHEN I’M TRYING TO TEACH YOU;  WHEN I WANT YOU TO LEARN....    DO I REALLY EXIST?  DO YOU COUNT ME THAT WEAK             TO TELL YOU TO ASK AND WILL I NOT SPEAK?   YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART THAT THIS ISN’T TRUE.    YOU STILL HAVEN’T DONE WHAT I’VE TOLD YOU                                                                                             TO DO. THAT’S CALLED, REBELLION; SOME SAY, UNBELIEF.    IT’S SUBTLE DECEPTION IN THE HANDS OF THE THIEF.   I’VE TOLD YOU AND TOLD YOU, LET’S REASON                                                                                 TOGETHER.    YOUR SILENCE ANNOYS ME; I WON’T STRIVE                                                                                    FOREVER! TAKE OFF THAT OLD CROWN, THE WAY YOU’VE                                                                BEEN TOLD!    EXAMINE IT’S SUBSTANCE; IT’S MADE OF FOOL’S                                                                                         GOLD.   YOU HAVE WORDS OF KNOWLEDGE AND BEAUTIFUL                                                                                      VISIONS    THAT WILL STAY UNFULFILLED WITHOUT MY                                                                                   PROVISION OF TAKING THESE STEPS TO EXPERIENCE ME;    THAT WILL MAKE YOU GROW-UP AND PERSUADE                                                                               YOU TO SEE THAT I AM YOUR LORD; YOU MUST DO IT MY WAY.    YOU MUST KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE TO SAY   THE BALL’S IN YOUR COURT; I’M TIRED OF YOUR                                                                                    GAMES!    GET SPECIFIC WITH ME OR YOU’LL JUST STAY THE                                                                                          SAME. THE CHOICES ARE YOURS; YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL                                                                                       PRIDE    BY EXPOSING YOURSELF; YOU PRETEND AND YOU                                                                                             HIDE.     YOUR CROWN OR MINE; WHICH WILL IT BE?    LIFE HANGS IN THE BALANCE; I WANT YOU TO CHOOSE ME!!!