Salvation For Loose Tongues Granted

Snakes in loose tongues Proclaim one message, doing the opposite When lie bangs and sty clangs Identify and typify the hypocrite Who declares faith in one moment Swims in seas of sin Inviting the ferment of torment The hypocrite in his din Can’t shove away Despite claims to sainthood That conscience can’t slay As sin neighbourhood Captures and raptures pretence Leaving in the shell of loose tongues a yawning gap In every single sentence That in a loose tongue traces the map In need of prayers To bring about greater understanding deep within That faith lies not in pretence layers Concealed in a thin Façade bereft of true faith Where the chasm between light and darkness Needs to lose its strength To make a way clear to the meekness In which faith lives In both form and substance Although in the end God forgives Hypocrites whose loose tongue pleads for silence As salvation sought Salvation granted For Jesus bought Salvation for all even for tongues loosely slanted.