A
David psalm
1Quick, God, I need your
helping hand!
The last decent
person just went down,
All the friends I
depended on gone.
Lies slide off
their oily lips.
They doubletalk
with forked tongues.
The braggart
tongues from their mouths!
Our lips manage the
world.”
Into the dark
streets where the homeless groan, God speaks:
“I’ve had enough;
I’m on my way
To
heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.”
Pure silver words
refined seven times
In
the fires of his word-kiln,
Pure on earth as
well as in heaven.
From the wicked who
stalk us with lies,
For their wonderful
lies.
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