It is not that loathsome sin of murmuring
That I am constantly loathing
It’s the fact that I’m not praising
The trail comes but I cover my eyes
And grit my teeth to bare the lies
Instead of fixing them on the one who hears my cry’s
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
It is not that loathsome sin of murmuring
That I am constantly loathing
It’s the fact that I’m not praising
The trail comes but I cover my eyes
And grit my teeth to bare the lies
Instead of fixing them on the one who hears my cry’s
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