Everyone get on your knees
There are snipers in the trees
Did they lead you to scribble love notes on the wall?
Keep the TV on all day
Hear the words you should not say
That forever force you closer to The Fall
To The Fall

I’m not sure if I want to stay
Except each and everyday
Is a chance to offer praise
Still it drags on just the same

It’s just more same

Buy a new shirt at the fair
Just more clothes you’ll never wear
Quite a scare to be rejected by your peers
Then you see Him through the snow
A familiar face you know
He is gentle He is low
But the treadmill never slows
Another day, another week
Another month, another year

I’m not sure if I want to stay
Except each and everyday
Is a chance to offer praise
Still it drags on just the same

It’s just more same

(from dreams, dreams dreams … and Dane C. Ortlund’s “Gentle and Lowly”)