More Than Words
We must not mistake the sound of belief
for the substance of faith.
Lips can cry Lord, Lord,
while hearts remain unbowed,
while hands remain closed.
Hypocrisy stains the robe of religion—
Angry voices rise like noisy gongs,
clashing, hollow,
mistaking judgment for holiness.
But true faith is quieter, deeper.
It bends to lift the orphan,
to comfort the widow in her night of grief.
It walks undefiled through the world’s shadows,
a lamp kept burning in secret.
For faith in Jesus is not thunder,
but transformation—
a heart cleansed of envy,
a spirit unchained from rage,
hands that sow mercy
where hatred once grew.
O God, in temptation draw us near;
teach us to answer darkness with light,
to make love for enemies
louder than our arguments,
clearer than our fear.
Let our religion be this:
to change the world
not with noise,
but with love and truth
that bears Your name.
WoPoLi 
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