Get Up Off Your Knees

When I then let go to let God, Take from my hands... Reins I held too closely to control, Every movement made... I believed I could command. The faith I thought was strongly felt, Wasn't there at all. Until I fell to my knees to crawl. And I heard a 'voice' say to me, 'You have a choice to stay here... To weep as long as you please. But keep this remembered, Weeping on your knees... To then appease ME with a crawl? Has been your choice to make. And if you'd like... I can find for you a thick brick wall.' Whaaaa...? But God wouldn't want me to hurt myself. 'You're right. However... You are making this choice. And I am here to grant wishes. Now... Would you like that wall, Re-enforced with steel? Or should I double up on the bricks? ' And that's when, I knew my faith took second place... To an ego I no longer needed to use. God? Please take control of my life. 'Get up off your knees. You folks believe I should be doing, EVERYTHING for you.'