.
Their Tongues Walk
.
Their tongues walk 
        around the earth, 
Not just blah, blah, blah,
        but 'I'm all that
              and a bag of chips.'

And they spill water
        from my cup,
Not just a drop or two,
        but every last,
              'How does God know?'

So You hold me
        by my right hand,
Not just to stay my steps,
        but to keep me
              from their end. 

It is good to be near
        and even closer still,
Not just so I don't stumble,
        but so they see
              the truly blessed
                    put trust in Thee. 
 

Psalm 73

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by J Alan R

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