Words.

Biting words and quick remarks,
Haughty airs and poison darts,
Such blatant, plain hypocrisy,
Seems far out of place to me,
If we claim to follow Christ,
Should we not show it through our life?
Words can hurt and words can heal,
Their effect is evident and real,
So why do we so often discount their worth,
Write them off in idle, teasing mirth,
Words fall from lips as sharpened spears,
Carelessly cause the shedding of tears,
Words can bring life, or they can bring death,
Every single word spoken, with every breath,
Words of love, or words of hate,
Once spoken, it is already too late,
You cannot unsay what has been said,
Nor unread a word, of what has been read,
So choose wisely ever word that you say,
Or you might come to regret those words someday.