Dear Lord,
Show me if I am whining about being brought out of Egypt.  Am I crying about the manna in the desert?  Tell me if I am jonesing for a king other than you.  Do I call out to you while the silver idol sits in the shrine with the wishy washy, hungry priest?  When my heart is breaking, call it to you.  When you are my portion it is enough.  Help me smash the crown of self-importance I have placed on my head, but don't let me succumb to the burden I have strapped to my back.  I can't see the way right now, but I know you are my path.  "Here's my heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above."