Confessions Of
The Psalmist.
It has brought me neither fame nor fortune,
But when i have the chance to, I'll always drop a tune,
At times my feelings stack as high as the sand dunes,
At times my happiness stoops low as the lagoons,
In this perfect world, where one can die on a word,
Where friends slay friends, just to fulfill their evil
ends.
Dear father, protect me from my friends and i will watch
my foes,
Those who want to eat upon my flesh, protect me from
their claws,
Bless and guide me, lest they make me walk on my toes,
Strengthen me to fight off the devil's crows,
Be my light and salvation, lead me to the cross.
Your prophets prophesied but it is you who decide,
Though tears i cry and murmurs utter, by your law i'll
abide,
Through a head for Christ family, I'll grow like a herb
by the riverside.
Give me fortitude to lead me to the better good,
And for my sisters who are searching, give them the best
dude,
May you reign divine and for good,
Your will conduct us, till we meet in time due.