The Senses of Truth - MGS

We have eyes to see the goodness,
And the shadows that creep near,
To discern the light from darkness,
And the whispers we should fear.

Ears to hear the sounds of truth,
And the lies that twist and bend,
To filter out the noise around us,
And find the voices of a friend.

Hands to feel the touch of others,
Whether warm or cold, it’s clear,
A friend’s embrace brings comfort,
While an enemy’s grip brings fear.

A tongue to taste the sweet and sour,
From honor’s praise to critic’s bite,
To savor every moment’s flavor,
And choose to stand for what is right.

A nose to smell the tricks and plans,
The schemes that linger in the air,
To recognize the hidden motives,
And be wise in how we care.

For in this world of shifting sands,
Our senses guide us through the strife,
And though the enemy may plot,
Our God is the vengeance, the source of life.

With faith as our armor, we stand tall,
With wisdom as our guiding light,
For goodness will prevail in the end,
And truth will conquer the night.