May your word always be kind. Col. 4:6 God gave the people a word. In it there is death and life: The word create and the word ruin. I in the present day, and in the hours of tomorrow The word will be the people's share. What's in your thoughts and lips, Those in the field of life sprout: Chi thorn, bur’yan, and chi violent life, Over the course of time he reaps the harvest. More hastening on the rot, we let it go Those words can hurt. And forever the heart is frozen by ice, Why not, mov iceberg, rocks. And alienation will grow between us, Our souls are becoming callous. Baiduzhi Through the empty earth we make our way, Uncomfortably often in the cold. We are becoming stingy with gentle words. What, one would think, is the word vain? That is the balm, and the soul is alive, I sense how kindly you are. And the words that will destroy the foundations of strongholds, Break them into pop and gunpowder, The doves smile again in the sky, Get away from overcoming the enemy. May our words only carry goodness, Comfort wounded souls, Don’t waste your true essence, The krizhans and baiduzhi do not melt away. Because eternity no longer needs words, There to close all human language, There are still people alive here on earth, So she needs the word of love. Forgive us, God, the cold ones, the cold ones, They fought with words and swords. Let us always carry words of grace, Thou that Thy kingdom would be.
