Unto the Lord in my distress I cried and He heard me
From lying lips, deceitful tongues, deliver, Lord, I plead.

Just wait, you tongue that spews deceit, for what the Lord will do
With red-hot coals you’ll burn for sure, sharp arrows pierce you through.

Like living in a far-off land, barbarian and strange
To dwell with liars who for falsehood do the truth exchange.

Indeed, shalom is what I seek, beseeching I implore
But when I speak of peace to them all they desire is war.

© J Dan  Small