Enemy

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