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