An Ode to the Tongue


The tongue is a fiery fellow

A woman at best that’s a shrew

But taming this dangerous fellow

Is something no human can do


She says things on one hand that flatter

The other hand gossips and bites

She has no more rein on her nonsense

Than what raging fire she ignites


One piece of advice I shall give you

Keep captive each thought unto Him

Be prayerful and think before speaking

Don’t open your mouth to each whim.