Mean People

They may call you a dweeb
They may call you a skank
They may say that your ugly and your body does rank

They will try to ignore you at times put you down
If they can't make your heart blue
They'll spread rumors around

They're attack will continue
All day and all night
They're aim to destroy
Brings them twisted delight

They're hearts are like ices
No light in they're eyes
Your soul to entice
In they're twisted cruel lies

They know not themselves
Or how they should be
They're hearts empty shells
They're souls black with no mercy

So if this is "in"
Is what you want to be?
Best think again
For God surely sees

He sees love and compassion
Mercy and harmony
He wants us to be like him
Peaceful kind as can be
He knows all that we do

He hears all we say
His eyes are upon us
All evenings all days

When I stand before him
On that heavenly day
You've been a good kid
I want him to say

With love and compassion
Mercy for all
Whether in joy or long suffering
Before God stand tall.