What is my way out?
Every man Jack
Have no clout
Talking sideways
Hush uno mouths
They can keep digging
Through long and shorts of it
While I am climbing out
Bottom of the barrels
Only God and I know
How my knees bow low
Praise is what I do
Far longer than forever
Yielding to your perfect will
Until Well Done  belongs
To the rest of my soul's days...