FLOP

          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.