A/N: Yet another unexpected one. It's amazing how well a lot of the Psalms work in a Narnian setting. I'm even more amazed that more people don't seem to notice. Ah well. I certainly enjoy writing these, so I doubt I'll stop anytime soon. Came across Psalm 12 and the bit about lying lips and boastful tongues reminded me of the lies spread in The Last Battle, which was how this one came about. Bit shorter than the others, but then again, it's a short Psalm. Again, Tirian, Narnia, Aslan and anything else you might recognize is not mine, nor is the Psalm this is based on.
Help, Lord, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.
Hidden from view, I cannot help but seethe at the terrible lies this Ape and these wretched Calormenes spill. Are there no more faithful Narnians save my friends and I? Are we truly all that are left? I hope against hope that we are not, but with all the lies and deceit going around I have the sinking feeling that we are. The faithful have truly vanished from the face of the earth, and all thanks to the falsehoods these wicked men spew from the mouths. Nobody knows what to believe anymore, for nobody knows who speaks the truth. And the chaos that has spread from such has only hurt our cause
Oh, if only Aslan would come and strike them down where they stand! These arrogant men, that spiteful Ape, those awful atrocities and blasphemies they speak! They are sure they have won, they are certain that Narnia will be theirs, but as long as I live, I shall do whatever I can to rescue my country from them. Narnia belongs to no one but Aslan and His people, and if I have to cut out every lying tongue I see I will do so. They may have no master but greed and lust for power, but the Master I serve is much greater than that. Even if I fall, I am confident He will take victory in his own time.
"Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the Lord. "I will protect them from those who malign them."
And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
O Lord, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
And that time is now. I and my friends surge forward, fiercely fighting for our country, our lives, and for the One we all have given our lives to. The fight is nothing more than a blur when I must fight against so many, but I soon find myself clean, cool and refreshed, inside the stable, which is quite different than I expected it to be. And as the Lion approaches, I find that His time is Now. He has come not just to rescue His country and His people, but to draw them all into Himself. He has arisen and brought His oppressed faithful into His protection. And I know, as I have known all along, that no one who serves the Lion will ever be unprotected. He keeps his faithful safe from those who try to destroy them.
The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.
And I think back on those wretched men who tried to defy the Great Lion back in the Shadowlands. They were so quick to show their power and might when their evil deeds were seen as beneficial, but now that the Lion has arrived, there is no room for them. It has been hard for me to stand for the right thing in such times. But as it stands, the reward of being here, with the Lion I love, is worth it.
I would have it no other way.