It’s times like these that I come to you
with bended knees and a soul that’s bruised
When no one else knows what I’m going through
It’s you who has the power to soothe my blues
When life is unfair and people do me wrong
It’s you who keeps me standing
It’s you who keeps me strong
I yearn to be a faithful child and live my life upright
Yet the enemy just keeps after me
Always spoiling for a fight
Sometimes I’m weak, the desire is strong
I want to retaliate
Against the enemies that continue to wrong
the love I have with hate
I know that my judge, the one I serve would frown on such a state
And condemn my soul along with theirs and I’d wait to share their fate
So I come to you on bended knee when my tarnished heart needs polish
That the rage I feel can be assuaged and my burnished soul find solace
When life is unfair and the enemy seems strong
It’s you I come running to
It’s you who stops me from doing wrong
When that’s exactly what my mind wants to
Thank you, Jesus
Lisa Lawrence-Hudson
June 18, 1998
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