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My Christian Walk It wasn't really my fault,
I shouldn't take the blame,
If you had heard what she said,
You would have felt the same.
She turned and glared upon me
With such a withering eye,
I felt my cheeks blush red with shame
And wished that I could die.
She's never really liked me,
She often put me down,
If I made a suggestion
She'd answer with a frown.
I tried to talk politely,
Admired her pretty dress
She only stared and closed her eyes
As if I looked a mess.
I thought if I explained it,
I thought you’d understand
I couldn't really love her,
Well, not the way You planned.
So now I need forgiveness
For my weird inverted pride,
How could I know that loneliness
Was eating her inside?
