Tongue Mighty Member Misleadingly Small

Ah, what a treasure is found in the tongue,
Healing and soothing and saying ‘well done.’

Ah, what a treasure is found in the tongue,
Healing and soothing and saying ‘well done.’
Small as it is, it can change someone’s life,
Smooth over troubles and dissipate strife.

Ah, what a nightmare can be that wee tongue,
Cruel cutting monster, just see what it’s done.
Work has been crippled and lives have been slain,
On someone’s character, black sordid stain.

Creeping and crawling and damaging too,
Tongue, what a evil, black creature are you!
Next to life’s wayside the maimed ones have lain,
Weeping in silence to deaden the pain.

Tongue, mighty member, misleadingly small,
Woe if you’re not in one’s surrendered all!
If there is a path of distruction behind,
Am I to do your sad workings quite blind?

God, take this sharp, little member of mine,
Make it a blessing as it becomes thine,
Let it be ever an instrument true,
Drawing all people to Heaven  to You!

Jenny Daniel