Wayne Watson   Isaiah 29:13/Jeremiah 51:17-18/Exodus 20:3  My temple is built on wood and of stone  Each space is filled with the things that I own  Idols and gods that call me to bow  I try to be free but there's no freedom now...No freedom now  The ones I hold dear--Those most precious to me  Some days I set them afloat on an indifferent sea  And these things in first place--They're worth nothing at all  At night in my dreams graven images call  Chorus  And my gods won't let me sleep  And what a man sows that he will reap  I toss and turn at night  I've got places to go, got battles to fight  And my gods won't let me sleep...tonight  Ambitions once good--Once noble and pure  Now rule with a rod and I cannot endure  Those bonds I have forged with two will hands  They're not easily torn by the strength of a man  Chorus  No other gods before you--No other holy shrines  Oh, I want to sleep in peace when I lie down  All other voices calling  All of the hands that pull me  Call and demand allegiance to their crown  Chorus  One day recently past, I spent several hours trying to restore my  reputation in a fellow man's eye. My anxiety lasted into the  early 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 put  in the place of rule reserved for the Lord.