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Wayne Watson Isaiah 29:13/Jeremiah 51:17-18/Exodus 20:3My temple is built on wood and of stoneEach space is filled with the things that I ownIdols and gods that call me to bowI try to be free but there's no freedom now...No freedom nowThe ones I hold dear--Those most precious to meSome days I set them afloat on an indifferent seaAnd these things in first place--They're worth nothing at allAt night in my dreams graven images callChorusAnd my gods won't let me sleepAnd what a man sows that he will reapI toss and turn at nightI've got places to go, got battles to fightAnd my gods won't let me sleep...tonightAmbitions once good--Once noble and pureNow rule with a rod and I cannot endureThose bonds I have forged with two will handsThey're not easily torn by the strength of a manChorusNo other gods before you--No other holy shrinesOh, I want to sleep in peace when I lie downAll other voices callingAll of the hands that pull meCall and demand allegiance to their crownChorusOne day recently past, I spent several hours trying to restore myreputation in a fellow man's eye. My anxiety lasted into theearly hours of the morning. I realized that my reputation(whatever there is of one) was ruling me from God's chair.Things, not bad in themselves, can be relentless masters when putin the place of rule reserved for the Lord.
Wayne Watson Isaiah 29:13/Jeremiah 51:17-18/Exodus 20:3My temple is built on wood and of stoneEach space is filled with the things that I ownIdols and gods that call me to bowI try to be free but there's no freedom now...No freedom nowThe ones I hold dear--Those most precious to meSome days I set them afloat on an indifferent seaAnd these things in first place--They're worth nothing at allAt night in my dreams graven images callChorusAnd my gods won't let me sleepAnd what a man sows that he will reapI toss and turn at nightI've got places to go, got battles to fightAnd my gods won't let me sleep...tonightAmbitions once good--Once noble and pureNow rule with a rod and I cannot endureThose bonds I have forged with two will handsThey're not easily torn by the strength of a manChorusNo other gods before you--No other holy shrinesOh, I want to sleep in peace when I lie downAll other voices callingAll of the hands that pull meCall and demand allegiance to their crownChorusOne day recently past, I spent several hours trying to restore myreputation in a fellow man's eye. My anxiety lasted into theearly hours of the morning. I realized that my reputation(whatever there is of one) was ruling me from God's chair.Things, not bad in themselves, can be relentless masters when putin the place of rule reserved for the Lord.