The voice of the wronged speaks louder in silence than in words. It is a quiet cry that echoes through time, reverberating in the hearts of those who hear it, carrying a weight that words alone cannot bear. Abel’s blood, spilled unjustly, called out from the earth, his testimony a silent yet powerful declaration of righteousness in the face of cruelty. Though he never spoke a word in his defense, his life and death became a testament to the truth that cannot be silenced, to justice that will not be undone.
In the stillness of his death, Abel’s voice reached far beyond the moment of his martyrdom. His righteousness, though unspoken, stood as a witness that outlasted Cain’s accusations, louder than any false justification. It spoke not only of the injustice done to him but of the enduring power of goodness, a truth that remains long after the falsehoods have faded.
The wronged may be silenced by the hands of oppressors, but their silent testimony carries a message that transcends death. It speaks to the hearts of those who listen, to the conscience of nations, and to the ears of God. Even in silence, the wronged bear witness to the truth, and that truth will not be buried. It will rise, louder than any accusation, louder than any deceit. The voice of the wronged is a cry for justice that is louder than all the clamor of the unjust, a cry that will be heard by those willing to listen and respond.
The voice of the wronged speaks loud in the hush,
A cry that stirs where words cannot rush.
In Abel’s blood, spilled on the ground,
A testament echoes without a sound.
Though no words were spoken, his truth stood tall,
In silence, his message outshone them all.
A life unjustly taken, a death so pure,
Yet righteousness speaks, forever sure.
His voice, though silent, resounds through time,
A silent witness, a truth sublime.
No accusations could silence the call,
For in his stillness, justice stands tall.
The wronged may fall, but their voice will rise,
Beyond the lies and under the skies.
In silence, they speak, and the earth will hear,
A cry for justice, so crystal clear.
Though hands may silence, though tongues may fight,
The silent cry burns with holy light.
It’s louder than words, and truth will prevail,
For justice speaks when silence prevails.
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