Who am i to judge a person
Casting the first stone
And physically harm and inflicting pain
Not feeling guilty, acting like an insane
Who am i, to be bitter
When all i have is love, not hatred and fear
Sheltered from the arms of my Creator
A small voice that deeply says..i am better
I was always humiliated
From dawn to dusk, tears i always shed
But i prayed to God to make me humble
And lead the way so i will not stumble...
Who am I.. just a little sheep..a servant of God
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