Psalm 58
Psalm 58 by Richard Lawry How can silence wear the crown of truth How can quiet lips pass judgment right You weigh the world with hidden scales While in your heart you plot the night Your hands move out across the land And leave behind a trail of wrong You call it justice with your voice But violence hums beneath your song The wicked wander from their first breath Lost before they learn to stand They cradle lies like native speech Falsehood formed in heart and hand Their words drip sharp like serpent's venom Cold and coiled prepared to strike A deafened snake that will not hear The charm of truth or mercy's cry O God, break the teeth of their power Tear the fangs from lions young Let their rage run off like water Let their arrows come undone Let their schemes dissolve and wither Before their fires can even start Sweep them like a storm of justice From the land and from the heart Let them fade like trails that vanish Like a snail that dries in sun Like a life that never opened...