LORD,
The petulant and the prideful seek to mar the happiness in our world.
I seek to walk with dignity
Yet that which seeks to defame seeks out my name.
Direct your anger towards the illegitimate and treacherous.
Send a magnet to ferret out the iron that the worthless use to build their insides.
I seek a meager wool to cover my own shoulders.
Why does the wicked come to dine with the children of our past youth?
I sense that you have a place for the worthwhile and fragile.
What does it take to build a fortress to keep out the unjust?
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