Obed dela Cruz
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My Own Beloved Master
Though I fall on the bloody ground,
And my enemies all around,
And when my foes stripped my heart using a sword,
Only I can do is to cry to my Lord.
When my enemies hit me with a rod,
Only I can do is to cry to my God.
For my blessed God loves me so,
And He never treated me like a foe,