All of us make mistakes,
Even times when we speak;
But results that it makes,
For solutions I seek.
I would be so perfect,
Enabled to control;
If I did not neglect,
For comforting my soul.
We put bits in a horse,
For making them obey;
To control him of course,
So that they do not stray.
The same is true for ships,
Driven by a strong wind;
Steering relationships,
Rudders have disciplined.
The same way with the tongue,
Will speak of desire;
Those words will be then flung,
That will light the fire.
Forest fires can start,
By just a little flame;
Desires of the heart,
Causes to be at blame.
The tongue can be a flare,
Controlled by our thought;
That the mind just might dare,
What desires have sought.
Animals that we tame,
Making gentle and kind;
But the tongue is so lame,
As controlled by the mind.
Disciplined by evil,
With a deadly poison;
Allowing the devil,
Take you as his chosen.
With our tongues we praise,
Our Lord and Father;
Letting your voices raise,
For Christ our Brother.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer