Don’t kill me with your words!
Lately I have been suffering the maliciousness of scandal, gossip, slander, backbiting, and meaningless drama that’s absurd!
My enemies have become my family, and people who say they love me, as they attempt to kill me with their words!
They say sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can never hurt you!
But tell that to man who was lied on for a murder he did not commit, and spent years in jail for a crime he did not do!
What has happened when people start loving to hear lies of gossip and slander more than they love to hear the truth?
What has happened when people take pleasure in tearing a life down with words, and killing you too?
I imagined in a vision within a dream I was called to be watchmen over my own words!
For the truth I was entrusted with was weighty, bursting at the seams, and crying to be heard!
And I could not hold the words back, for they were fighting to live, fighting to give, and fighting to speak the word!
I hear the slander of many, the gossip of few, and a multitude of lies of all that’s been said!
But I am a bond servant to the love within my heart, and the whisper of everlasting truth within my head!
I am the prophet of the great GOD who proclaims truth is never dead!
I am the poet who has been entrusted with words of wisdom, and I manipulate words like physical mass or solid matter!
I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness saying, ‘the former house shall not be greater than the latter!
But out of all my endeavors, efforts, labor, consistency, and faithfulness, they still yet try to kill me with words!
I was born a prophet, but call me no prophet, for at a tender young age I was called to shepherd sheep, and to keep words!
I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, crying to be heard!~
I am no prophet, I am just a man of GOD, but please don’t kill me with your words!~
A psalm, Don’t Kill Me With Your Words, by Reese Kemp!
(Zechariah 13:4-6) And it shall come to pass in that day, that the prophets shall be ashamed every one of his vision, when he has prophesied; neither shall they wear a rough garment to deceive: But he shall say, I am no prophet, I am an husbandman; for man taught me to keep cattle from my youth.
And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in your hands?
Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.