The Tongue

Why must humour be lewd and odd? If ye are are led of God Then your mouths must be led by His Staff and Rod If you offer your body as a living sacrifice As to steer your tongue away from every vice Then you take steps that suffice To make you temple Holy and acceptable As your service due and reasonable For in your tongue is the power of life and death And always riding on your breath Could be a bouquet or a wreath If Christ spoke words of life that bring light Then redeem the time with righteous insight Putting all vain utterance to flight Brewing in your hearts welling psalms Saying them to the downcast as your alms That they may spring back from the wind like palms Some wonder what they are living for Some feel they cannot bear life anymore But God's Mercy and Love is an open door Still unspoken to many searchers of the elusive peace But many empty words spoken to oddly please And life for most remains without rest and ease Let God arise and His enemies be scattered Put an end to words that have the world flattered And speak to them His promise that always mattered K. Muitherero.