by Michael Bright
My words were harsh and hasty
And they came without a thought.
Then I saw the pain and anguish
That my bitter words had brought.
Bitter words that I had spoken
Made me think back through the past;
Of how many times I'd uttered
Biting words whose pain would last.
Then I wondered of the people
I had hurt by things I'd said;
All the ones I had discouraged
When I didn't use my head.
Then I thought about my own life,
Of painful words I've heard;
And of the times I'd been discouraged
By a sharp and cruel word.
And now clearly I remember
All the things I might have done;
But, by a word I was discouraged
And never were begun.
Lord, help my words be silver boxes,
Neatly wrapped up with a bow;
That I give to all so freely,
As through each day I gladly go.
Silver boxes full of treasure,
Precious gifts from God above;
That all the people I encounter
Might have a box of God's own love.
"Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof." Proverbs 18:21
Let's speak life to one another~ parents, for the sake of our children.
Friday, July 24, 2009
beautiful old trees at botany bay
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
i'm not sure if anybody is still out there reading anymore because we have been so slack. We are sorry! and to make it up the blog is changing hands... from matt to tiff ...(because i have so much more time on my hands than him. ha) my goal is to update weekly~so if your still out there hold on... there is more to come. promise.