The Lord is my provider,
My heart shall not decide.
Though the world declares me an outsider,
In my Lord, I shall not deride.
As I am cast to lie low on the dust,
Still the sun wakes to feed the earth.
He love us all-who else could I trust?
He made me-who else could know my worth?
My soul shall revere the Lord,
For only He is Good and Merciful.
Even though the world treats me in its accord,
I will fear not for the Lord is the most powerful.
And even though afflicted I am,
I pray you strengthen me Lord, to make it through,
And if it is my faith you want to exam,
I praise You Lord, for my faith is your due.