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This is what the wicked are like,

Those who always have it easy;

That have told you to take a hike,

The rich tycoons who are sleazy.


In vain I kept my motives pure,

Maintaining a pure lifestyle;

Always hoping God would bless more,

Keeping me not to defile.


I suffer through the whole day long,

Am punished every morning;

Asking just what did I do wrong,

Attacks that come without warning.


If I had publicized this thought,

I would have betrayed followers;

Contrary to what I have taught,

Makes it seem the standard lowers.


For as I try to make some sense,

It has been so troubling to me;

Makes it emotionally tense,

Blurry vision harder to see.


Then I entered the church of God,

Realized the motive of evil;

Understood about being flawed,

And desires of the devil.


Put them in slippery places,

Bringing them down to destruction;

As God shines favor and graces,

A Savior brings resurrection.


How desolate they have become,

Terrified judgments to demise;

From the swamp they are merely scum,

That the Lord truly does despise.


A dream turned into a nightmare.

Despised when the Lord does awake;

Enabled by setting a snare,

And be swallowed by an earthquake.


His presence is all that I need,

As my flesh and heart may grow weak;

Strengthens me so I can succeed,

For the righteousness that I seek.

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