Balancing on Suspended Pianos

It was a little tune from the group "Cool Hand Luke" that reminded me of my control issues as I was sitting in my office, meditating on these lyrics. They resonate with me. Perhaps, you too. (Incidentally, that's some wicked awesome cover art going on.)

"THE BALANCING ACT"

I've got to climb to the top
Never stop, until I reach it
Until I feel that I'm gold
And that I'm in control
Of life and my thought
When I'm not, I still preach it
Because they're all going to see
if I start to fall or lose control.
I'm losing control...of this

I've been balancing on suspended pianos
And trying to look composed
It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash
With eyes on me, I force a laugh
You come to me and set me free

I cross my arms across my chest
This is not a gift I can accept
But I appreciate the sentiment
I've worked too hard for rightousness
To just lay down while you hand me this
And put my faith in something you call grace...from you.

I've been lost inside a cave without a lantern
At every sound I start to run
I feel my way around the dark without a pattern
If I would wait you'd come
to rescue me and sail away

I've been trying to learn what is from you.
Because I've been trying to learn what is freely given.