They wanted him to be a King. Instead he chose a lowly manger, and a crown of thorns. The Meek Shall Inherit the Hurt words and music by Bruce L. Thiessen aka Dr BLT © 2014 The meek are no strangers to pain they play an impossible game A worlds that so terribly unfair Cards stacked against the one Who would share They live the impossible dream can you hear their unbearable screams Are promised in the end They will rule But for now, well they just Play the fool Chorus: The meek shall inherit the hurt before they inherit the earth They sweat and they toil In the dirt Avoiding a place called the church Where preachers all give them advice And tell them to always be nice But you know that the last Shall be first And the meek shall inherit the hurt They judge not Lest they will be judged Theyre pushed and theyre Shoved and their nudged Theyre told to conform or be shunned The meek rarely have any fun They carry the weight of the earth And the meek shall Inherit the hurt (Chorus) Its what you get for workin for the man Its what you get for For sharing all your land Its what you get for putting Others first Thats what you get When your meek The meek shall inherit the earth
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 22:45:53 +0000
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