Why gild the walls or feast in sin?
Why serve for praise or pridful report?
Why mend the lies that twist within?
Why chase the words that tongues distort?
Why fatten life while hearts grow thin?
Why mend what falsehoods oft’ contort?
But bless the ones who strike with words,
And pray for those who mock your name.
The meek shall soar like morning birds—
For God exalts the low in flame.
Though champions win and crowds delight,
Rejoice not in their skit or jest or shame.
Through every thrill, be sure to find
That which God teaches, that which is true
The weight of shame that soon may rise
From that which He forbids us to do.
And God shall lift your soul from blame,
God shall lift your soul anew.

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