|
|
|
|
There is no remorse for me Those things I know to do I don’t do Something greater inside me Is really bothering me How can I make mention of it? Whom can it be mentioned to? I’m afraid their anger Will emerge to consume me They will constantly attack me With their words and rebuke Reminding me daily of the Wrong I have done Beating my spirit with reproof With no help whatsoever With no mercy to speak of Their anger is the closest I could ever feel to the anger The Lord must be feeling He doesn’t hear my prayers My testimonies are dry My work surface in vain The men cannot speak in the circle I watch my world fall apart My enemies beat me with The sins I have committed, How can things change within me? |
 |  |  |
|
|
|