Lord, I’ve had it bad since the day I was born.
Painful people and faithless foes are found on every page of my life.
Especially today.
Today I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
The wounding words of others have crushed me like a ton of bricks.
I wish, Lord, that they’d blow out of this town with the next windstorm.
I wish, Lord, that you’d treat them the way they treated me.
I hope, Lord, that tomorrow will be nothing at all like today.
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