Oh, wretched man that you are
Will you not look at your scars?
And keep what harms you far?
Oh, wretched man that sins
Will you ever stop being mean?
And banish all your greed?
Oh, wretched man that hears not
Drenched by wine by following the lot
Will your urge never stop?
Oh wretched man dancing in dirt
Confused by evil and never alert
How long will you sit on that torn mat?
Oh, wretched man clothed in a weak flesh
Acting all strong but weak in self
When will from murk not delve?
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Lord, sometimes I see wealthy people Adorned in pearls, gold and purple tunics I see them fat, with fat wallets and fat cars I see them walking in a rich
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.45pm Anger is what I feel when they jeer at me Resentment takes the best of me When they torture my soul and rip my heart
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.32pm Sometimes Lord, my faith is shaken There’s too much theory about you Everyone has their perception of you And when they share, it conflicts with
