Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words will forever hurt,
Because the venom flowing from the lips
The soul much pain will birth.
The torture that is physical
The flesh may cry all day,
But the poison pointed to our heart
Makes dead our every way.
Bruises they may come and go
And they can be forgotten,
But the curse that pours like lava
Makes the insides to be rotten.
Words do forever hurt us
And stay embedded in our soul,
If there’s no room for forgiveness
In our heart to make us whole.
(C) P.B. 2005
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” Proverbs 18:21
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