♪ ♪ hosanna, hosanna in excelsis! ♪ ♪ in excelsis! ♪ ♪ hosanna, hosanna in excelsis! ♪ may i know thee more clearly, ♪ ♪ love thee more dearly, ♪ ♪ and follow thee more nearly, ♪ ♪ day by day. ♪ ♪ o holy jesus, o holy jesus, ♪ ♪ most merciful redeemer, ♪ ♪ may i know thee more clearly, ♪ ♪ love thee more dearly, ♪ ♪ and follow, follow, follow, ♪ ♪ follow thee more nearly, ♪ ♪ day by day. ♪ ♪ o holy jesus, o holy jesus, ♪ ♪ o holy jesus, o holy jesus, ♪ ♪ a-men, ♪ ♪ a-men, ♪ ♪ a-men, ♪ ♪ a-men, ♪ ♪ a-men, ♪ ♪ a-men. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ >> a wise man who has experienced much in life recalled how, as a boy, he and his friends used to carve toy boats out of wood and race them down the river. they quickly realized that their boats were completely at the mercy of the current; if it led a boat into a whirlpool or a patch of reeds, that's where the boat stayed. "toy boats," he observed "[have] no keel for stability, no rudder to provide direction and no source of power. inevitably, their destination [is] downstream--the path of least resistance." are we sometimes like toy boats? do we pa