Instruct me in the way You've chosen for me For my eyes always stare upon You Lord, my God My feet in the snare Aware that You'd release me But if not then it's rare I'm embarrassed of Your name Feet growing lame You wouldn't embarrass me would you I've thrown-in my lot I'm calling and please don't remain silent Or I'll be like those who go down into the pit Don't drag me there With those who speak cordially with their neighbors But harbor malice in their hearts And show no regard For what you have completed If that's where I'm bound You'll tear me down And never build me up again To be a ghost town With nothing else around