bitten off more than can be chewed
Started that song at a note too high
The yoke has stripped your shoulders bare
There's only one prayer you dare
"Help, enable, strengthen, heal"
As you trip and fumble and stumble along
And He says no and He takes that wooden beam
and the freedom is disorienting
and the world gets too big and you beg to have it back
because with it on you know who you are
and what you should do
And He says no and leads you to a gentle stream
with soft grass overlooking a green valley
Listening to the lapping water you get the thought to walk into it
The cold water makes you gasp
and He laughs and splashes and you splash Him back
and your laughter is easy and honest
And the water has healed the aches of redundancy
the scars of apathy, the strains of unreached perfection
Somehow you become afraid of going back, to normal life
to the old routine
You are shocked to see that old yoke on an alter, burning heavily
I've got a better one, He says.
This time, I'll wear it with you.
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