My Version
What are you doing with my trust God?
You are treating me like my enemies,
My voice is lost among creation’s lament,
I shouldn’t be in this position,
Where I am begging for you to listen to me.
My enemies exhaust me,
Their putrid words dripping with hate,
Words creating fear and division,
Ripping at my heart,
I feel sick – sick enough to die,
My enemy gathers like minded haters,
They crowd around me hungry for the kill,
Lashing me with contemptuous barbs.
My legacy will be declared by my children,
That my God delivers,
He will speak praise words,
That will echo through humanity’s heart,
Even the deaf haters will hear him,
And have to endure eternity’s praise,
Witnesses of worship given to the rightful king.
