©Alice Movius Painter 1984
There seems to be a game – that you must play, if you would rise.
There seems to be a game – and with it lots of compromise
You live to impress others, and you're as slick as you can be.
But, where – oh, where – are perfect hearts, and deep sincerity?
There seems to be a game – if you would rise up to the top.
Be funny – always funny – or they say that you will flop.
Be polished and professional – yes, that's the way to be.
But, where – oh, where – is power, and where's integrity?
There seems to be a game – and if you want to get ahead,
You have to bypass God's way, and choose the world's instead.
You must be superficial – and light as you can be.
But, where – oh, where – is depth, and where's profundity?
There seems to be a way – that you can make yourself a star.
Just boast of your achievements – tell how wonderful you are.
Be full of self-importance – yes, that's the way be be.
But. where – oh, where – is truth, and where's humility?
I cannot say it's wrong – but to myself I must be true,
and to my God – who says, "My child, it's servanthood for you."
He's called me to the lowly road – it’s paved with peace and love.
Rewards will come – in their own time – and praise from God above.