what are words?
are they only sounds
spoken and erased
with time and space
no, they are echoes
they chase
they are knives
they are swords
they are bullets
they are fists
what are words?
they are art
they are choices
they are life or death
healing or hurt
they are hugs after a hard day
they are dawn breaking dark
they are the shooting star
the innocence of a child
the hope inside of you
God’s love so wild
what are my words?
whatever they be
may they be Yours only
my Savior, my King
cleanse this heart
to speak
to love
to heal
to believe