By Frederick Blanchard
Like the poison from a viper,
Is an ill word that’s quickly let loose,
Damaging one’s spiritual tissue,
As would poison or a bullet from a sniper.
Without hesitation a trigger is squeezed,
Just for a moment, a friend turns foe
The love of Christ pushed to the side,
Does Satan smile and become pleased?
Who can control their tongue?
‘But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.’