In spite of what we lack or wish
With all our heart and soul we had
We do not have the right to dish
Words to make fellow-travelers sad
How quick the spit of
spite set free
Can wound the spirit like a dart
Lodged deeply where eye cannot see
The thoughtlessness on our part
The heart for all its hidden pleas
That God alone bears witness to
Is ever better when our knees
And not our tongues, suffer its rue
© Janet Martin
…Look at the ships also, though they are so great and are driven by strong winds, are still directed by a very small rudder wherever the inclination of the pilot desires. So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things. See how great a forest is set aflame by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, the very world of iniquity; the tongue is set among our members as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.…
James 3:4-6
We do so much harm with that smallest member. Help us, Lord, to tame our tongues.
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