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I Pray to Thee
sd
Anonomously the tongue is sharpened
Poison tipped, bows bent, leveled at my chest
I am not prepared for the firing squad.
Passive agreement are spectator's laughs
Thirsty for blood and tears are all involved.
What once was a shot in the private dark
Is now aimed fearlessly in broad daylight.
I pray to Thee
Don't let me be
A slave to my anger, LORD
Don't let me be
A hostage of bitterness.
Just let me be
Full of understanding, LORD
Just let me be
As forgiving as You.
I guess I am among friendly lions
All blessed with a humourous serpent's tongue
I never thought the forks would stab at me
The blood they draw as the whips shred my heart.
All the words untrue, the speeech inflated.
I am slow to scream of the quick lashings
For my enemies are common in fools.
Now I'm on my knees
Again thanking You
For Your perfect example
And constant guidance.
I cry out
And Your tender hand once again
Has saved me from this harsh world.
AO