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
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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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