| Persecuted |
| My life's like dirt, And no one seems to care. Inside my feelings are all hurt, These feelings are hard to share. Then I start to pray, "Well God you were there!" I pause then go on to say, "Why did you let them stare?" I was persecuted for who I am, Just like your only Son. Thank you Loving Lamb, My souls battle you have won. God I now realize you see everything, Even when they spit on me. I'm so happy I could sing, Lord your love I now see! Next time I'm mad fun of, I'll remember you and your love. |