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