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The Tangled Tongue

There I was those many years ago first day at primary school so young my first teacher asked my name but there all met my tangled tongue Something so personal so very close the thing that was the real me my own very name couldn’t come is this my life now? Words not free! All of my class would now know that this guy couldn’t say his name all of life now would be a struggle that my tongue was really lame But through years of struggle and pain moving on refusing to give in some victories along this bumpy road thanks be to God sometimes I can grin Truly believing God has His plan that despite that first day at school Jesus has helped me over every word His love shows I’m His real jewel (My first day at school and the horror of showing my stammer ( my tangled tongue) to all there but looking back now and seeing how far we've come, praise be to God!)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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