Monday, May 18, 2015

The Breaking of the Dam

It was such a little leak

Trickle of gossip
Ripple of lies
Wily whispers
Truth compromised

 Just a few words out of place
Isn't that why we have grace?

Flood of pride
Sly and snide
River of strife
Destroying life

A wicked wall of wordy waves
Wounding souls and digging graves

Hearts hardened
In unbelief
Prayers hindered
The Spirit grieved

Every single time we speak
We choose to build or to make weak


James 3:5
Even so the tongue is a little member, and  boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!

Ps. 19:14
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation if my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.

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