God, all day long assailants attack me. All day long people pursue me. All day long deviants discredit me.
Their wickedness makes me weep. Their terror makes me teary.
But I know that you know. You see it all.
You’ve recorded each salty drop from my eyes.
And in the end, my trust is still in you.
In you I am not afraid.
They are mere mortals. You are still God.
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