Psalm 12 + Anne Rice

Your words, LORD, are flawless.
And mine?
Mine are well;
< perfect
You might say.
And, You would be right,
Your words being flawless, and all.

And aw(e)ful.

Why do we not fear You?

And why do I -
We -
Not use Your words to speak?
Greet each other with
Psalms?
Hymns?
Spiritual songs?

That would be a step up,
I suppose.
Do You?

But even then,
Those songs whose lyrics we sing
Think
Speak
Write
Are still

NOT
YOUR
WORDS.

Speak Your words,
And even Your name
Into us,
Onto us,
Through us.

For us.
Pro Nobis

Give us ears to hear.

Give us hearing hearts,
So that our ears might want to listen.

And the lies that are around us?
The words that are not Yours -
The words of society,
Trends, norms, fads, friends, ends
That come now (what?!?) -

Dim them.
You have spoken.

Help us remember.