Chopped like a tree, used for timber Lay myself down, shelter for their winter Is this not, Christ-like love, I’m told it’s naïve, I’m a slave not free
But what should I do, put myself on mute Give it all up, and fly off like a dove To the safe, dry land - but the kingdom’s at hand!! Rest in His love, die in the night Strength in the morning by the kindness of His might Another day, another way, to know I’m mostly, messing up my race It’s a lovely day, the sun’s warming my face Stop pretending, stop extending, take a break and stop explaining But I’m not pretending, not most of the time - well I have limited time and try my best to rhyme, but my journey ain’t the point! it’s a messy way, to praise God’s higher ways, Endless problems, no hope for solution Christ came in, and restored God’s union, In order that we may once again enjoy communion. With the One most high, not just a God in the sky, but the divine as a man, this has always been God’s plan.