My job, your job

My job, your job

by Joel Howard

I'm caught in your grip

My face you lift

Maintaining my gaze

In just one place

My job? One thing

Just one thing

Behind my back

As I am on your lap

You pay my bills

Clean up spills

You do your will

While I am simply still

My job? One thing

Your job? Everything

My job? Just one thing

Your job? Just about everything

Cancel my plans!

Take me as I am

Head against your chest

I do just this

My face, my arms

They're limp

Relaxed in awe

Asleep to all

My job? one gaze

Your job? All things, always

My job? One thing

This one, sweet thing

Even if I sleep

It is all things you keep

And that all includes me

Even as I sleep

And when I awake

My sovereignty you restrain

For it is no power anyway

Save to be weak 

My job? One thing

Your job? Everything

My loss? Nothing

My gain? All things

My loss? Nothing

My gain? My King

Find me evermore resting

Head on your chest

As you do the rest

Choosing what's best

You're behind me

With hands working

Beneath me

Your body

In front of me

Your chest

Above me

Your eyes

Around me

Your arms

I'm laying down

All others

Lovers, sisters, brothers

Fathers, mothers

You've stripped it all away

What's my job today?

My job? One thing

Your job? All things

Speak Lord 

I'm listening!