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