People like to talk about me,
They say bad words against me.
They say words to despise me,
They say things to devalue me.
All people do this freely,
Exposing their minds are malign.
The tongues are very malicious,
They are like poisonous cobras.
Their only mission is destroying me,
They span venom to wound me.
I will protect myself from all this,
There will be a shield in my ears.
The poisoned word, I will not listen,
Good words; I will speak a ton of them.
My mouth is a source of blessing,
They will say what is the heart's pleasing.
My words will always be beautiful,
With life, they will always be full.
I will declare words of encouragement and victory,
I will state how my story will be.
I will speak of the wonders of the Lord,
I will worship His love and favor.
I will sing of the plans of my God,
I will sing I am a son of the Sovereign Lord.
I will give thanks because He has saved me,
I will give thanks for the life He gave me.
Good will be spread from my lips,
Undoing all the evil words and deeds.
The blessing will win curse and condemnation,
And my good words will be my protection.
This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.
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