Psalm
12: Words of Silver, Words of Wind
Amos Wilson (July 13,
2014)
My
Lord, pray bring us help,
The
godly men are gone,
The
faithful men are not
In
Adam's race here strong.
With
vanity they speak,
Each
one to his friend,
They
flattery with the lip,
With
double hearts pretend.
The
Lord will bring an end,
To
lips of flattery,
And He
will stop the mouth,
Which
speaks thus boastfully.
They
have said, “Our tongue,
Our
language is our sword.
Our
words will be with us.
Who
will be our lord?”
“For
the helpless poor,”
Says
God, “for the deprived,
I will
rise, and grant
Their
needs for which they strive.”
The
words of God our pure,
(not
like unrighteous leaven,)
Like
silver well refined,
By
multiple of seven.
And He
takes care of us,
Protects
us from the fiend,
And he
will fortify
Who on
Him humbly lean.
The
wicked number great,
And
prowl on every side.
Their
sins they do exalt,
Their
guilt they cannot hide.
The Lord for us
contends.
The wicked suck in
wind!
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