In life, we see a war 'tween good and bad,
Between our conscience and science of man;
The joys of sin enticing us are sad,
And from the devils escape, how men can?
If living is a struggle right from birth,
And suffering's the way for men on earth
And forces of goodness appear a dearth;
How can the Righteous ever gain His Mirth?
So, hasten Lord to help the suff'ring souls;
The world has turned unbearable for most;
The devilized men keep changing their roles;
Triumph of Truth appears almost a ghost.
0 pour thy grace 0 God on men who seek;
Lest Wolves devor the Lambs and Ewes so meek.
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