My pride's out the window.
My flesh released to the wind.
Your words, straight to my soul.
My dignity reset--on the mend.
It's not about human thought.
It's about that less than ever!
It's about giving lots to those who hate me
and pulling through everything I can endeavor.
Not only GIVE to my persecutors,
but give more than they ask.
When they ask for a sip, give them a gulp
from my water flask.
Sit at their bedside when they're sick.
Help them pay their bills.
Maybe it's not easy,
but it is my God's will.
Most of all, send up a prayer.
Let them come to know you.
Maybe, God, let them see you through me
and all the EXTRA things I do.
