Oh, Christian, how long will wicked words prevail?
Unclean lips, a heart that's failed to set sail
For a tongue that's unbridled, and a mouth that's unkind
Speaks foolishly, with words that leave no peace of mind
In the multitude of words, sin takes its toll
Not a single blessing, only harm to the soul
The tongue, a powerful force, can bring life or death
Yet, with the same mouth, we pray, and curse, and breathe
No fear of God, no reverence, no awe
Just a heart that's overflowing with words that appall
Solomon knew the power of the tongue, so true
David sought acceptance, for the words he spoke anew
Fanny Crosby's humble plea, a heart that's surrendered
Take my mouth, my tongue, let it be forever rendered
To sing Your praise, to speak Your name
With words that bring hope, and never bring shame
Let every word be gracious, few, and wise
Blessings, not curses, from our lips, let them rise
For our bodies are temples, where God's Spirit resides
Let our words be filled with wisdom, knowledge, and gentle pride
May our speech bring life, and never death
May God's nature reign, in every word, in every breath
Grace and peace be multiplied, unto us all
Amen.
-The Mustard Seed
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