The tongue
A look of such innocence
Draped in kindness and praise
Speaking noble words
Masquerading in this world
As a meagar servant
But when the mask is taken off
Curses overflow
It holds power
That can not be even imagined
What looks so small
Can be so great?
We are deceived
That we can control it
But our words know no ruler
A fire of hatred and bitterness
Lit by the simple tongue?
The same tool
We praise our Lord with
We curse our neighbor with
How can it be?