Thrashing Words

They throw their words out to and fro
     Just like a thrashing sword
And in a woeful ignorance
     Blood from the wounds out-poured

For words are not as harmless
     As we care for them to be
When we throw off the harness
     of the tongue it's stabs will be
     so fierce they'll make a spirit bleed

The worst part is the heart;
     It sees not what it brings
For thoughtless chatter, empty words
     To thrust such deadly stings
          Seems odd...

The thoughtful will bring healing
     The wise a remedy
While careless lips destruction bring
     The choicest words like silver sing
          A song to mend their broken hearts


"There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts;
     but the tongue of the wise brings healing." -Proverbs 12:18

A Christless Christmas

A Christless Christmas,
     What would that be?
With stockings, trees, and Santa lists
     Could we see past the greatest gift?

Fine pieces on the tree we hang
     Would we forget our Savior slain
     To hang upon that bloody tree
     To give us life eternally?

Fine presents on that day we give
     Would we forget in whom we live
He died to purchase every gift
     To bless us with his presents

We make the food with family eat
     Would we forget the wedding feast
We wait upon the risen Lord
     To cleanse us with the blood he poured
     To wash our sins forevermore
     That as his bride we'll be adorned
To sit around his table

A Christless Christmas
     How could that be?
For Christ has purchased everything

To miss the Fount of every gift
You must have missed Thanksgiving.