Half-handed Cloud You Wouldn't Embarrass Me Would You
Instruct me in the way
You've chosen for me for my eyes always stare
Upon You Lord My God
My feet in the snare
Aware that You'd release me but if not then it's rare
I'm embarrassed of Your name
Feet growing lame
You wouldn't embarrass me would You?
I've thrown in my lot
I'm calling and
Please don't remain silent or I'll be like those who go down into the pit
Don't drag me there
With those who speak cordially with their neighbors but harbor malice in their hearts
And show no regard for what you have completed
If that's where I'm bound
You'll tear me down and never build me up again
To be a ghost town with no one else around