Good Words

Give me, God, good words, so I can breathe them into people. So in every tired stranger I see light, not only shadow. Give me, God, good words, not for noise, but for the soul. So whatever You grow in me turns quiet into gold. We move too fast through one another, forgetting how to really see. Carrying bitterness like winter, as if tenderness came with a fee. But under all this human tiredness, under glass and stone and smoke, someone isn’t waiting for a miracle just one kind word that feels like home. Give me, God, good words, so I can breathe them into people. So in every tired stranger I see light, not only shadow. Give me, God, good words, not for noise, but for the soul. So whatever You grow in me turns quiet into gold. I don’t need to sound any louder, I just want to sound more true. Let my words be warm as bread is when somebody’s breaking through. Where it’s dark and small and heavy, let me leave a little grace. Not to judge what hurts in others just to bring a softer place. Let them fly, light and low. Let them find the ones who need them most. Keep a light in me even when no answer comes. Give me, God, good words, so I can breathe them into people. So in every tired stranger I see light, not only shadow. Give me, God, good words, not for fame, but for love. So whatever You grow in me stays living stays warm stays enough. Give me, God, good words