Like floret seeds to the blustery wind,
Are unkind words forged to defend.
Resolute, they take root and spread,
Till blooms, leaves, and tears are shed.
To sow what bears no good intent,
Extends only hurt and a wretched scent!
Isaiah 54:17 NIV
“No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and this is their vindication from me,” declares the Lord.”