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As I journey through life The vice of hypocrisy offended me The people I thought were nice Were not what they appeared to be
Love was what I thought I would get But humiliation was What I received.
As I exited the gate Of a rich family I prayed in my heart That the Lord will not hold This against them.
The ones I thought were close to me Treated me shabbily. I endured the pain But I thanked God for the pain.
Praying for the ones Who despised me Was the revelation I received I cried to the Lord for help And my heart started aching for them.
Whether I am loved or despised I have to keep loving them Even if I am looked down upon I have to keep praying for them.
This is my responsibility This is my mission And this is the ministry In which I had been called And I have to be faithful To the task assigned.
Ambrose. J. Chakre