Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
In times of crisis, what we donβt need are nice ideas or colorful platitudes or the congenial pat-on-the-back. What we need is a God Who so perfectly transcends the thing that is attacking us that His presence alone obliterates all of the fear within us.
Base words are uttered only by the base And can for such at once be understood; But noble platitudes β ah, there's a case Where the most careful scrutiny is needed To tell a voice that's genuinely good From one that's base but merely has succeeded.
