Fighting the Critics

The future is viewed with panic Dreams are cracking And hope is almost lost Planning and fighting for tomorrow Seem to vanish into thin air Family in despair Trusted friends no more Gloom loom over the head of the traitor For the hater have not stopped the perpetrator And now I have become their next predator Working hard to get to the top Their accusations and castigations however deep Kill him! They shout in my absence But Hail him! The chorus they sing When they see me Fear has taken over the mind Uncertainty now my close pal Toiling to make ends meat But the junction is where they meet My critics are driving me slowly to the grave And I have run out of the grace God gave I refuse to die by the sword of their mouth I shall not die I proclaim Strength from above I claim To put my fears ablaze Living is achieving Hoping is living But the future they say is in believing So don’t let the critics kill you Their words are in vain Christ be praised For one day I will be hailed.