God's Help

God's Help

Today, while I still have God's help.
I want to make amends for myself.
My rage turns me into, hate of man.
He will help me as much as He can.

I will fight this hate that eats at me.
Old Satan's hate, it is easy to see.
It's hid deep in my God given soul.
There it's become Old Satan's goal.

This evil is deep in the back of mind.
Where it stays hidden most the time.
In the time of a second it comes out.
And shows the hate without a doubt.

God give me the strength to fight this.
Help me overcome what I won't miss.
Let my love drive out the hate in me.
From this evil hate I want to be free.

BY: Kings