L-ike water off a duck's back,
E-ach scorn just disappears;
D-on't mind harsh criticism,
I-t's better turning the deaf
E-ars.
N-ever lose your composure
O-ctober sixth sunny day;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto water which ducks play.
C-lose your eyes and pray
I-n the midst of persecution;
O-pen your heart to the Lord to queer the false accusation.
R-emain firm and strong,
E-ven during rugged clime;
G-od will calm the storm,
L-etting you have a better time.
O-ther disdain and derision won't take you off the track;
S-o they are just indeed like water off a duck's back.
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