Who am I to take it from them?

I take their hits, abide their lies,

Smile as they think up an alibi.

But who am I to take it from them?

In one moment they joke and jest,

But the next they curse and regress.

But who am I to take it from them?

Thinking I have their affection and praise,

And knowing without drama they are quite malaise.

But who am I to take it from them?

Me, this poet, who observes this sight,

Is using the same ability they abuse by night.

But who am I to take it from them?

It’s their right. It’s not mine to deny.

What if these tears are not mine to cry?

For who am I to take it from them?

If the Alpha and Omega lets us all choose,

Then who am I to damn those who abuse?

And who am I to take it from them?

As choice was given freely to me,

So I must respect it as given to thee.

For who am I to take it from them?

Whether friend, foe, brother or none;

They belong to the Lord Jesus Christ, God’s Son.

So who am I to take it from them?