Litmus

I listen to what’s popular
I hear what they say
They are crude
Deranged and full of conceit
The effort was supposed to be
Used for goodness and for God
Many left remaining
People alone and afraid
They feel like they are left for dead
Resorting to abhorrent violence
Not many more on the fence
But about what I believe
I would never reveal
But let it be composed in your heart

Only your lips can say what you have found
Just do not tell them where
Leave me to seal what is not to be revealed
Until the appointed time
Let the rivulet flow
Into the river it goes
Multiply your beliefs in love

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