If silence has power, what’s the point of voice?

Choice no longer rejoiced and

no more vocalized conscience;

the absence of brilliance goes unshared, unheard, unknown.

 

When silence has power, fear wins.

It transforms fear into a monstrous tower, a bastille of hell that keeps

the victimized ostracized, the innocent ones sacrificed and

isolated

in the absence of light.

 

Those who are forced into silence can be ignored,

glossed over,

forgotten, tyrannized even more.

 

Years ago, cultures collided and died for a world no longer divided

by hatred.

But apathy’s silence pushed the death count higher;

thousands were incarcerated by fire, and

those that could save

turned their faces away and

were silent.

 

Though that has passed,

A die has been cast,

and now we fight a millennial holocaust:

63 million lost

And counting.

 

Babies are slaughtered, their first and last cries overpowered by

deaf ears.

The self-righteous voice of those who have ‘choice’ offer their wombs

to be bloody tombs of the unbirthed,

not hearing, not caring, not fearing

the One who knit them and their offspring together by hand,

strand by strand, diligently,

with threads of love.

 

In the tyranny of silence, girls are abused and sold in their nakedness,

shamed, blamed,

stripped of dignity and worth—

Their silence arouses men’s pleasure.

 

We cover our sin by not speaking of it aloud;

We’re too proud to admit with sound

the depravity of our souls.

 

We are made in His image:

therefore, we must speak!

Because if silence has power, then injustice reigns.

 

But it will not, for hell’s silence has been conquered for all time, for the freedom of all.

 

With the words of His mouth,

the Creator spoke and

awoke the dawn, the stars, the grass and oak;

without His verbs and nouns, there would be no earth, no dirt,

nothing, nothing of worth,

no resurrection life, no physical or spiritual rebirth.

 

His two-thousand year-old words are still ringing, still piercing, still defeating;

they flew down the hallowed halls of time and

broke the gates of hell,

revoked death, and

rent demons asunder in billows of smoke, with one cry: “It is finished!”

 

The dominion of silence annihilated

by the thundering roar of a Lamb.