I prevented myself from success, honest. The dawning of everyday is filled with potential, The morning, and afternoon melt my resolve Cried to the Lord to hear, honest. I hoped in his mercy, Thy word fills me with meekness.
My zeal is fueled by shallow energy, and Hath consumed me. Because mine desires are vain, My enemies are my empty passions, and have forgotten . . . Thy words repair me.
Civil unrest under the banner of patriotism is not a new occurrence, however it is not common place in our constitutional system.
Order my thoughts and words, Steps in discipline are welcome. Thy word and thy Spirit are my trainers, Let not laziness overwhelm. Any iniquity is a weight, Have dominion over me.