The voice of the Lord came to me in the inner most depth of my soul; I was too busy with hate to recognize it too drunk with bitter anger to care. Ten years had I struggle for glory ten years had I toil or so I was told, Anguished and torment has now grasp my body my mind adrift seeking consolation My enemies has triumph they rejoice at my downfall I am left without and no one cares, I know them by name we sat in the work places I watch them devise cunning mischief to destroy the good in me Whom shall I fear but the Lord of host would my faith strengthen me to walk the dark road ahead and in the mist I fear all but thee? Oh foolish me there was a time I believe in my friends trusting all good comes from a brother hood of rank but rank has no friends And now I wander the streets of emptiness in my search for pity the voices come to me saying you have lost go on home and empty I drift on by, I am stripped of my daily bread I am thrown out denied of reorganization left for dead oh my friends my friends my enemies Ten years have I toil for the same master oh master where are thou where is your pity where is your love foolish me, my heart will rejoice once more for time has heal my wounds and my mind has found rest, a day of bitterness will come and all my friends will look for a shelter from the storm for who is mightier than the Lord whom I fear. Metavante lay off worker 2003 Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins