This Struggle
Sometimes it seems hard
So hard to articulate
Why God should care
For some dirty folks around
When every thought is rotten
Every speech wicked
Every act disloyal
Yet he still cared.
Every new day his love I received
Yet each new day new evil we devised
He refused to look the other way
But his way we refused to look.
In our hearts he left his voice
With our strength and might we suppress it
Every of our will we desire independence
Independent of the one who holds life
When shall this fight be over?
Who will adjudicate on our behalf?
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