Help me Lord to hold my lip,
Let the gossip slip off my hip,
From the jealousy I shall not trip
But instead flip the script,
Being friendly to the enemy envy
Remove the negativity, lies, biased chatter from around me.
In the midst of this lions den,
Free me from this worldly sin
Strengthen me to never give in
Yet turn my cheek to the whisperin’
Please protect me from the evil grin
External smile of a “so called friend”
Let the negativity make me laugh
And provoke me not to wrath
Vengeance Lord I shall not seek.
Humble me father, make me meek
Thank you Lord for the critics I face.
You are my light, my savior, my saving grace!
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