Lips

The rocks cry out.

Speech pours forth from the sky.

Even the caged bird sings.

The ministry of nature is bold.

We,

with mouths molded

by our creator

We, with lips

lovingly set

with borrowed breath

We, called above

the creatures of the earth

that sing gospel harmonies

in blooms and leaves

and trumpet salvation

We,

the crown of God's creation

Designed be his mouthpiece

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Will we join the sound?

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Or stay silent?

“Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear in the ear, preach on the housetops." Matthew 10: 27