Put me to the side
Make me invisible
Say I don’t exist
How bad you want me to fail
I am somebody
What makes you so afraid?
Is it that I might succeed?
Is it my steps washed with butter
Or the way I walk lightly on my feet
Is it the smile on my face
When you want me to frown
Is it the way I stand like a champion
Because I refuse to let life get me down
You can’t fade me
You can’t faze me
God is the judge
God is my judge
So put me in the back
Close the doors
Draw the blinds on the windows
Refuse to let my voice be heard
Then stand back in awe
The power of a spoken word
I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.
For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.
Psalm 75:4-7, KJV
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