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Words; Words; Words

“Memorize these words, and hide them in your heart,

And from your soul they shall never depart.

For from these words, justice, love, and wisdom do flow,

And by them, a world of difference, your life, it will show.”

But look at my life, and what has changed?

My heart still wicked, my mind still deranged.

With a covered heart and squinted eyes,

I read these words with compromise.

What does it mean to be able to list them,

If from them I’ve gained neither justice, nor love, nor wisdom?

This is the epitome of religion:

To do what looks right,

But from real change, I run, hide, and fight.

It is one thing to know, but another to believe,

And until that’s understood, I will never receive,

The justice, love, and wisdom I desire,

For it is my heart, not my memory that’s required.

So about these words, it is plain to me,

That it is more valuable to believe them, than commit to memory.