Whispered Lies

In a world where chaos reigns
Truth is tangled in the chains,
Voices clash and shadows loom,
As information fills the room.

"Believe not," they say with scorn,
Yet my mind is still so torn,
To question tales that twist and weave,
In the depths, I seek to believe.

Do I trust the whispered lies,
From those who mask with sweet disguise?
Or turn to pages worn and frayed,
Where sacred wisdom is displayed?

A nurse's eyes, a watchful heart,
In silence, I discern the art,
Of actions loud that speak the truth,
Beyond the words, beneath the youth.

Let's gather round, no need to fight,
In kindness, let's pursue the light,
For every fact that's tossed and flung,
May hide an agenda, sharp and young.

Do I trust the whispered lies,
From those who mask with sweet disguise?
Or turn to pages worn and frayed,
Where sacred wisdom is displayed?

Wisdom comes from He above,
Who breathed the stars and created love,
Not by bread alone we shall stand,
But by each word from God's own hand.

With prayerful hearts, let's lift our gaze,
Uncover light in shadowed haze,
Together, let us rise above,
In search of truth, in grace and love.

Do I trust the whispered lies,
From those who mask with sweet disguise?
Or turn to pages worn and frayed,
Where sacred wisdom is displayed?

So heed this call, don't turn away,
For in the journey, we will pray,
To guard our hearts and minds anew,
And boldly stand for what is true.

The devil quoted words divine,
Yet twisted them, a crafty line,
So too, the truths we think we know,
Can wear a mask, a subtle show.

Do I trust the whispered lies,
From those who mask with sweet disguise?
Or turn to pages worn and frayed,
Where sacred wisdom is displayed?

In confusion's thrall, let's take our stance,
With faith as armor, let's advance,
Diligent in our sacred quest,
To seek the truth, to find the rest.