The tongue
O, that little member
That steers the ship
Though a small rudder
The spark
That sets aflame a forest
Animals are tamed,
But who can tame this
The tree
Producing olives and figs
With our tongue
We bless God and curse men
The tool
For building up one another
That also can
Destroy our brothers
The flaw
Of all the human race
Is corrupted hearts
In need of God's grace.
The cure
Is being filled with the Spirit
For what's within
Is what will exit.
"The good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and the evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart." Luke 6:45
~Inspired by James Chapter three
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