Lord, why do I feel crucified by the way, I see how you reveal to me? Am I supposed to stay silent? Let it fester inside me like an open wound? Cause my only crime, would be as to how I deliver it. Lord, why do I feel like I always have to be cautious, watch what comes out of my mouth, or the whereabouts of my hands, when my enemies look to take me out, yet I supposed to be humble with a smile? It hurts more to feel like, I'm being crucified expressing my rights as you're child, but all I get is killer eyes, and people wishing to silence me. You give me much strength and confidence, the voice to speak, but no one wants to hear the truth, or test their authenticity to be either an ally or a foe? Lord, why so I feel nailed unable to really speak truth, or why it's so hard to stand on truth, when people around me accept nothing but lies? Lord, can anyone understand my dilemma? To be conformed to the world, or a lamb to the slaughter of the truth?"
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