You sure are doing great is the voice that usually whispers. Calmly and boldly you would almost think. This has to be the calm still voice of the Lord.
Sooner than not, will the veil be off the eyes, only to find that, that which spoke was the promptings of the soul. A desire to satisfy the ego that must be heard.
It goes thus, Don't consult others, it might make you appear weak. You dont want to termed a weak man. You need to speak up a little bit louder, more sternly and if your hand is long enough, SLAP.
The very itchy under the tongue to say the very rumblings of the mind. It's careful drafted, it's almost intoxicating like the Brewer's wine. The redness of it in the heart make the eyes red.
If I don't talk up now, I guess I'll forever remain silent. Have I soon forgotten what my mum taught. "Listen as twice as you talk". The society doesn't want that mum! I need to talk when I feel I should talk.
It never occurred to me that my words this stink harder and bitter than the Adder. It once was butter in my mind. It once was sweet to my mind's ear.
Should I say as fast as I let them out, I'M SORRY. Will it mend the wounds, the sores I've made. Would it sweeten, the sourness of the heart of chief friends I've prepared.
Should I send envoys, would it erase the humiliation of finding out my secrets in the public? Will it dry the tears that before God I raise.? Was I wrong to try to confide in a friend, at least they appeared so!
What would I to suffice the boiling of this hearts. He'll has no fury than a brother betrayed by words. Would I restore the Smiles, the Joy and the Peace.? Would I not learn never to be hasty, at least not with WORDS.
I'LL USE MY WORDS WISELY
THINK..PRAY..ACT
