“The Lord is my slave-driver,

I must never be satisfied.

He compels me to try harder.

He makes me labor more furiously;

He leads me into noisy activity.

He implores me to ignore the emptiness within

and just keep going;

He prods me in the paths of perfectionism

for His reputation’s sake.

Even as I walk through the valley of the shadow of burnout,

I fear a breakdown;

But no one can see the real me;

Your expectations and Your people,

they goad me on.

You prepare a list of expectations before me

in the presence of my peers;

You provoke me on and on,

My cup seems more parched than ever.

Surely serenity and rest will elude me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the land of the harried forever.”

(Song of the Satisfied Soul, pp.27-28)