Here I am, Trying to live holy, And to remain meek and lowly… As I listen to you give orders, As if you were made for the part. You, trying to seem flawless, Without blemish… In my eyes your heart, Was unperfected. But you keep up the front, Because of what you think, Is highly expected, Of you… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to expose what I knew, Or was I wrong, And my info was new to you? But it bothers me, That iniquity, Is seated in high places, With plaster masks, Sealed on their faces. But how come, Their shout is the loudest, Their jump is the highest, They’re always in the forefront, And their word is the tightest. But you know what, Even though they’re upsetting me, I know that You God hurt the most, Especially when in Your name, They boast, And act as if, They have it all together. But it’s just not so, And You know. They’re not living right, Even as deep as darkness, Dark mess, But I know, That it will soon be exposed to light. Thank You for the promise.