For Their Lot
Oh God of my Salvation A greeting to you Of the highest salutations Oh Lord God of Host Here I am your servant Standing in the midst of the most […]
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Oh God of my Salvation A greeting to you Of the highest salutations Oh Lord God of Host Here I am your servant Standing in the midst of the most […]
Oh God of my Salvation
A greeting to you
Of the highest salutations
Oh Lord God of Host
Here I am your servant
Standing in the midst of the most
Treacherous filth to come about
Oh God I pray you grab and lead me out
This pestilence is worse than gout
Lord hear my cry, my shout
Oh Lord my God who shall ascend into your holy hills?
Is it the brethren of clean hands still?
The people of a pure heart?
Who have not sworn deceitfully?
Oh Jah is it I who has waited peacefully?
Lord what is your will?
I shall seek it out
Oh God of my Salvation
Only a fool wouldn’t submit to your will
Only a fool would take these pills
Oh the lazy man turns on these fields
My God why is it the youth can’t feel?
Why is it they can’t see your glory?
They know of your spirit yet reject your face
A mark of a people in a rat race
Who else shall they disgrace?
Only a Man I am oh Lord humble me a lot
God bless them for they know not
Let not the soul wither but indeed the flesh rot
Oh God save a piece for their lot
These children who are fools with noses of snot
They missed the blessings they’ve got