The Tongue
* The Tongue
By: Miracle Man
7-25-2023
Sometimes we comply to our inner voice,
giving little thought where it might lead.
We followed blindly, as if void of choice,
then regretting later that we paid it heed.
Remorseful feelings always come too late,
but with forethought we might have avoided.
Once door’s ajar, and horse through the gate,
those abrasive words spoken can’t be voided.
* James 3: 5-12 KJV
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2023
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