Why do my haters wish ill on me?
They stay awake at night thinking the worst about me,
I sleep like a baby,
Knowing that God is with me,
All the things that were used to condemn,
Are coming back to stare my dear enemy in the face,
His destructive plotting,
Will be his own ruin.
God has been with me for a long time,
My hater’s words,
Don’t worry me anymore,
Because I know God will come through,
He never has let me down,
Even when the hate words inundated me,
And, I forgot how powerful God is,
God is still my deliverer.
Shame will be defeated by loyalty,
When God reaches out to me,
I will hold my head high,
Vindicated by God’s word to me,
I choose the trusting loving words,
Of a trusting, loving, powerful, faithful God,
Not the word vomit of an unfaithful enemy,
The choice should be obvious,
Please help me to always remember,
The difference between the smell of vomit,
And, the smell of hope.
Words are important,
Words used in a song of praise,
Is the language of Eternity,
Praise, Praise, Praise.
Begins in my life now.