Lies and Truth 222.

19.7.1989.

(Psalm 119:128,163)

Do I hate all falseness;
abhor a lying tongue;
Do I give a sense of truth
as getting a right sum?

In my head I hate it,
but words come from the heart.
Lies still come so easily
from falseness in my heart.

Lord, You can take the crooked
and by Your hand it's straight;
Touch this crooked soul of mine,
for falseness give me hate.

I pray a growing horror
for everything untrue,
And a growing love of truth
would come to me from You.