My words can be a blessing or a curse
They can be manipulated by wounds that I coddle and nurse
Or they could be inspired by the living fire inside
sparked up by the little bit of faith and the pride I choose to set aside
My words are not all open for any to decipher
Sometimes they linger in the back of my mind
Some seem so angry and some sound Devine
I hear my flesh screaming at my spirit internally
commanding it to fold
But my spirit is soft, courageous, and bold
and it sits back and listens to all the outrageous claims
Allowing my heart to excercize in setting down blame
Not carrying the burdens of lies that were spoken
Softening with love to the constant provoking
Quiet and still on the surface I sit
Awaiting the moment for my words to get settled
Because without being careful they may feel like a hit
I have learned in the past what they say is so true
Once your words escape your lips they won’t come back to you
Unless they are haunting you
Following you around
Beating your character down
So I wait cautious and ready
What can I say Lord?
In this moment so heavy
With hate in the air
These words are just raging
In my thinking and the feelings
Should I just say them?
Do I even dare?
Help me be steady Lord
What were those words
The ones in the Psalms
Chapter 141
in the 3rd and 4th verse
Ah yes, I remember and now I’m encouraged
I will wait and be patient
and will not surrender to anger
I’ll work on watching my mouth
And speak what you speak
If you will just continue to help me!
To those of you who choose to see or hear my words
Forgive me in advance Because I’m still in the works!
I love you and I thank you
And I pray that you are blessed
As for my words Jesus will give me rest!