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.
The entrance of my melancholy soul. Thy words drive back the dark, and Giveth light to my tissue-thin heart. It giveth a sour taste, Understanding is missing, Unto more self indulgence. The simple mind needs your steady hand.