Oh Lord, help me when others cast me down.
And throttle all the hopes I have within,
Deride my soul and spirit, pound and pound
My work, my joy, my life as blasphemous sin!
Because they're tortured, crazed by inner strife,
They lash against those who they look to see
Are weaker, lamer, humbler, full and ripe
With gifts that they do lack in constancy.
I call upon you Lord to vindicate
My walk, my life, my work from those who prey
Upon my goodness, and would throw my fate
Into a deep abyss and You betray.
My realm is made by You and You o'erthrow
Their works of hate with Love on me bestowed.