I live my life each day aligned with You
Your nature visible in all I do
Some take their poisoned arrows, bend the bow
They launch their spiteful words, their hate on show
The prophets on my path they have reviled
Slights and insults on them gladly piled
“Rejoice, My child”, is Your command to me
With promise of the blessings I will see
I ask for strength to swim against the tide
To stand bold on a hill and not to hide
Though burning words be heaped upon my head
Let not hot tears arise but joy instead
Turn the tide, Lord, that I might win the fight
That I might always be Your burning light
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