LORD,
See the words I am offered by the wise of our day?
They seep with venom and wastoid sufferings.
I seek to modify the conversations;
Yet I am shunned and mocked.
I sense that Your will is at hand,
Yet I cannot quell the doomed and the oppressive.
How do I speak my trust without being slain?
I stay the hours with water above my head.
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