Words and the Word

What has become of all the words I speak That leave my mouth to touch some others ears I hope I have at least calmed others fears Inside their soul I hope my words did seep Still others I have been with as they weep To speak soft words that brought us both to tears Sometimes the words we speak will act like mirrors Reflecting what we try to hide so deep Oh how I hope to touch those near at hand But also those I love so far away I do not want their life to shift like sand Instead I hope the Rock is where they'll stay His words have stood the test of time as planned My words are just a vapor spoke from clay