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1 Unto thee, O God, do I lift up my soul.2 O my God, in thee have I trusted,Let me not be put to shame;Let not mine enemies triumph over me.3 Yea, none that wait for thee shall be put to shame:They shall be put to shame that deal treacherously without cause.4 Show me thy ways, O God;Teach me thy paths.5 Guide me in thy truth, and teach me;For thou art the God of my salvation;For thee do I wait all the day.6 Remember, O God, thy tender mercies and thy loving kindness;For they have been ever of old.7 Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions:According to thy loving kindness remember thou me,For thy goodness’ sake, O God.8 Good and upright is God:Therefore will he instruct sinners in the way.9 The meek will he guide in justice;And the meek will he teach his way.10 All the paths of God are loving kindness and truth Unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.11 For thy name’s sake, O God,Pardon mine iniquity, for it is great.12 What man is he that feareth God?Him shall he instruct in the way that he shall choose.13 His soul shall dwell at ease;And his seed shall inherit the land.14 The friendship of God is with them that fear him;And he will show them his covenant.15 Mine eyes are ever toward God;For he will pluck my feet out of the net.16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me;For I am desolate and afflicted.17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged:Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.18 Consider mine affliction and my travail;And forgive all my sins.19 Consider mine enemies, for they are many;And they hate me with cruel hatred.20 Oh keep my soul, and deliver me:Let me not be put to shame, for I take refuge in thee.21 Let integrity and uprightness preserve me,For I wait for thee.22 Redeem Israel, O God,Out of all his troubles.

I pray to the Lord to lift my soul

But first

Let me hunt down terrorists

I know they’re there

With scarves around their faces

Bombs in their backpacks

And languages that make no sense

Except to them

I pray that former slaves

And heretics

Unhappy as hell

Move back to where they came from

And leave us alone

To own the earth

And possibly the sky

Show me the way, O Lord.

Teach me to be cunning

Like feral cats

And cottonmouths

Save me

From drinking too much

Driving too fast

Using too many drugs

And four-letter words

Lead me in truth, O Lord

And I will destroy your enemies

Bombs over Tokyo

Hurray

Good and upright is the Lord

He will teach the radicals

The way, the light and the truth

Or fair warning

they will be extinguished on the spot

The meek will he guide in judgment

The submissive will he teach his way

That would be us

Blind obedience

Our souls shall dwell at ease

Our seed shall inherit the earth

Yes, Ma’am