Don'T Come To Me
You have your problems
And I have mine
I belong to the Lord
He doesn't want complaining
To waste my godly time
Don't come to sit
With if all your complaining
Is against God's Holy will
You come to be nosey
Don't even know His
Quietness in me
Will be my sword
So don't come to me
With your gossip classified
As Satan's foolish complaints
It shall not be tolerated
Among the Saints
You keep on wispering
Amongst yourselves
Let all of your evil talk
To trouble my mind
Go right back to hell
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