Plenty of people began at the top

Never been nurtured, soon they will flop

Listening to others who live on a cloud

Preferring to follow the ones who are proud

They’ve been there and done that

And look in disgrace

At those who have laboured

In seeking His face

They’ve bypassed the desert

Through which we must walk

And sound so superior

By the way that they talk

So go through the tunnel

And head for the light

Refining is painful

For us it is right

We must be the tortoise

Instead of the hare

In league with The Spirit

Entwined in His care.