why so eager to busy our lives no quiet for God where busyness thrives labor unthinking is labor in vain this slight to numb the pain disconnection from one to All and each to other too tied to plow's continued fall shoulder to shoulder-askew some know of this petty predicament but before the word, the slave mention condition and provoketh perdition to be dead or to be brave? best to love one's captor kings unthrone not often until one day a rapture when all great men do soften these meek, They shall inherit? wives tales you surely sing but one day came unto Their merit slave-to-God turned mighty king the lesson of busied hands is to know for whom they labor quiet minds in chains yet stand when to god they show their favor work not for a kingdom here but for a kingdom come rest your mind on things unseen repeating: I and the Father are One.