Hear what’s being spoken, and when spoken to, Speak

Lonely lone ranger, fess up to your crime.
Your freedom is good, but your heart is Mine.

Wipe off that smug, empty look on your face;
When you’re proud I resist, and when humble, I’m grace.

Though I whisper the truth, you’re still perplexed,
for you’re only concerned with what you’re gonna say next.

Be slow to speak, love, and be quick to draw near;
The wise lips are patient — their conclusions, clear.

If you hear my concession, you’ll know my name.
And then in your confession, there will be no shame.

From every land is the water I give
But if you drink from this stream, here, you will surely live.

Bloom where you’re planted and don’t go astray
And none but my myst’ry will blow you away

Lonely lone ranger, fess up to your crime.
Your freedom is good, but your heart is Mine.