Tell me not in mournful words that the devil will destroy my soul. For out of love I have been kind and humble God's favor is my goal.
Tell me not in a simple glance that his favor I do not seek. For this is why I have been very tolerable and with love I have given the good word to the meek.
Tell me not in a painful sigh. That my life has no meaning and that too someday I will die.
For this will be my reply
Should not the meek inherit the earth? For this is my God given right since the day of my birth! - Matthew McKellar
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