The Little Red Devil
An Evil Organ Behind Our Teeth “I’LYEZETTE”
“The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things,
behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth.” James 3:5
We put bits in horses’ mouths,
Rudders on ships and proclaim,
Small things control large things,
But tongues no one can tame.
Though the tongue is small
It can stir intense emotion,
When it lies, then alibies,
Pretending deep devotion.
In lessons of sowing and reaping,
We’re slow to observe the field,
For the seeds we plant,
Determines the type it yields.
The Little Red Devil Behind the Pearly Gates
“The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things,
behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth.” James 3:5
Bits in the mouth of a horse, change its course,
as does the rudder on a ship at sea.
Small things affect large things,
as little tongues affect you and me.
Though small in size, it’s no surprise,
the tongue sows seeds of trouble,
when it lies, then alibis,
And starts to speaking double,
Providing lessons far reaching, in sowing and reaping –
when will we ever learn?
We must take it for granted, the seeds we have planted
are those on which we earn.
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Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2015
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