The Password is Love – Mulled Psalm 12

Everywhere in all times wordy rivals
erect towers of deceitful babble.
Money masks petty parasites. Spiteful
debaters pitch hot air campaign balloons.

Everyone’s words are empty–
bloated untruths, glazed with sweet talk.
Your Word gleams like sun on ice,
pure as baby’s first teardrop.

God, welcome us to Your deep breath silence
where Your vibrant Love Word will render us
immune to venom, healed to heal others
with gently voiced words that spark kind actions.


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