It's amazing just how much I look like the enemy

His hatred looks so much like the hate inside of me

I've fallen like so many fools my age

Throwing stones at all who cross me

I won't become a victim of my rage

Lord, give me love for the enemy

It's expected that if you swing you'll find me swinging back

The exception is in the greatness I so clearly lack

I will learn to see you where you said you'd be

In the least of these; in my enemies