Current mood:	discontent
Current music:	Lead Me On - Amy Grant (circa 1988)

Shoulder to the wheel for someone else's selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay, wearing their anger
Like a ball and chain

Fire in the field underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded and freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the Holy One

Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking
Lead on

Waiting for the train labeled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding, whispers in the dark
"Where are we going?"
"Is it very far?"

Bitter cold terrain, echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the Lord

Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking
Lead on

Man hurts man
Time and time and time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why...

Lead me on, lead me on...