Talebearers will tell the tale,
Whether you like it or not,
Tales have fabricated lies,
Whether you distinguish it or not.
Who spreads the glad tidings,
We usually spread lies,
Who cares for good news,
Lies have wings they fly.
Wright brothers,invented plane,
Planes now fly, very fast,
In this world of missile technology,
I think lies cover distance vast.
Faster than the speed of lightening,
They will hit my heart,
In such Hours of distress,
I cling to the lord.
Note : - The poem talks about the fact how people hide facts but share lies. Glad tidings and good news refers to Christ and His redemptive grace.
R. A. Jacob © July 23rd 2018