Loneliness is preparing the way,
To know the worst disappointments,
All around me there are troubles,
The cause of these are the proud,
There is no shame for their betrayal.
My dear enemy thinks he knows better,
God isn’t a consideration for his truth,
Outward trappings of success,
The arrogance of easy victories,
Those won over the crushed in spirit,
Disguise the fragility of his power.
The daily spewing of hate,
The put downs of arrogance,
That seek to crush my spirit,
Has no conscience,
He moves from victim to victim,
Looking to spread contempt,
Thinking he is immune from consequences.
Justice is coming to the proud,
Their weaknesses will bring them down,
My name will be returned to me,
When God shouts it from the heaven,
Pride will cower in terror,
When truth destroys pride’s lies,
God’s comfort is my security,
And, my dear enemy’s nightly terror.