All my friends are ahead of me
…can’t be back-stabbed by those before me.
People open their palms, proudly asking for alms
But what never left never rights back.
The foe guesses the dream, years before you wake
Up, when wrong becomes your right, tears become a lake.
They say the truth is bitter but taste it
Because it frees the heart that accepts it.
Let the hand that catches me be yours, LORD.
Let my life cause your name ample applause.
I want to fly on the wings of the Word
For men mostly do the opposite of implored.
Not by my power or my might, do I survive in spite
Of tricks by the dark to severe my sight
From being set right with and on Father
And when I shine its his light, I remember.
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