The Truth

Instructed we were, from childhood through youth, Whatever the cost, we must speak the truth. A lie is like ice, it makes the heart cold. The truth is like fire, which makes it like gold. But what is this thing that we call the truth? Is it a construct to judge the uncouth? The truth is alive, the essence of God, His pure character by which we are awed. Truth was present in eternity past, And will remain as long as time lasts. Truth is enduring not subject to whim, God has ordained it to be just like Him. There’s no such thing as alternative truth. That’s a false notion of whimsical youth. A facade for those who truthful appear, But deep in their soul, they at the truth sneer. To sacrifice truth is to sell one’s soul, To that which corrodes and creates a hole. Like canker, lies make the man a mere shell. A crude, corrupt creature worthy of hell. Liars despise those who stand for truth, Acting in ways that are truly uncouth. Live out the truth no matter what the cost For if you don’t, your own soul will be lost.