What makes you be so mean?
I just wanted to be your queen.
I feel like I’m number one on your bad list,
Is it becase it’s been forever since we’ve kissed?
Why can’t I just go and do as I please?
To my heart you are hiding the keys.
What in the world is making me stay?
I hope I’ll find the answer to that one day.
You’re not showing nor giving me what I need,
So I’m just going to trust God and follow his lead.
I give my heart to God and he makes me believe,
With his help he will make things easier for me to achieve.
I hope that angels know that I’ve cried,
So they can reach down and give me some pride.
There are so many things that I want to understand,
The only way I’ll know is to ask for the answers on demand.
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Na, you do not want pride for "pride goeth before destruction" and "a man's pride shall bring him low, but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit".....seriously, you want the mercy and grace of the Lord to faithful to Him in spite of all your deep sorrows, trusting in Him with all your heart and walking humbly with Him. At least so far as I can see we do.
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