Your lips are sweet
But it’s your heart I don’t trust
It’s sad that outside
There is found a greater love
Are you appalled I’m slow
To lend my confident embrace
When all the time you hate me in your heart
Though you cloak a smile upon your face
You dance,
Rejoicing at my calamity and defeat
Against the chosen seed
Jealousy and envy runs deep
Am I supposed to be deceived
And count you as my friends
When you are those who cast me in the pit
And prayed I’d never rise again
I’m learning
And I perceive
Why David wrote Psalm one-eighteen
It is better to trust in the LORD
Than to put confidence in man
The treacherous dealers have dealt treacherously
But God shall deliver me out of your hands
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