My constant cry to my God is “help”.
The haters are circling,
I am on my knees,
Well aimed kicks,
Are coming from every direction,
It feels like the end is too close,
I am at the end of my strength,
I feel like giving up.
But, In the face of defeat,
I will trust my God,
He knows what to do with haters,
He turns their arrogance into shame,
They begin to attack each other,
In their rage they lose all sense,
Their angry spit spraying malice,
God turns the destruction intended for me,
And the haters destroy themselves.
Destruction by hate is a terrible death,
I have felt its painful lash,
But when God let the haters loose,
And they turn on each other,
It becomes a bloodbath,
Their bloodlust has no friends,
It revels in destruction.
I can watch the final battle from safety,
My scars completely healed,
Now life is praise, continuously,
The pain a distant memory,
I am safe forever.