My words are weak and most ungracious,
apprehensive feelings bring me down.
For it's like a poised shadow strictly placed over me,
on the precipice of defeat is where I stand my ground.
I dread the fire steps,
the steps of a false love and sinners.
So I'm trying to fill my cup to the brim with praise,
maybe by Judgment Day my faith and wisdom will over flow the brim.
