In words we find the power to sway,
Yet, oh, the tongue can lead astray.
A tiny spark can cause a fire,
With tongues, destruction can inspire.

Control your words, a challenging task,
Like guiding horses in a mask.
For wisdom and humility,
Should guide our tongues with certainty.

The sailor steers the massive ship,
And so should we our tongues equip.
For bitter words like poison flow,
But gentleness can healing sow.

In James 3, the lesson clear,
That tongues can bless or cause great fear.
From the same mouth comes blessing, curse,
This paradox, we must disperse.

Be slow to speak, be slow to wrath,
For hasty words can leave a path,
Of pain and hurt, we can’t erase,
But with kind words, we can embrace.

Seek wisdom from the One above,
To guard your tongue with patient love.
Tame the tongue, a feat worthwhile,
With grace and mercy to compile.

Let truth and grace together blend,
In every word you choose to send.
In peace and love, let tongues find rest,
And be a balm to hearts distressed.

When anger flares and tempers rise,
Pause and seek counsel from the wise.
For harsh words spoken in a rage,
Can scar relationships and cage.

Remember the power of the tongue,
To build up or to come undone.
Speak life and hope, not words of strife,
To foster love, not endless strife.

In times of doubt, choose words with care,
Encouragement can burdens bear.
Avoid the trap of gossip’s snare,
For trust once broken is rare to repair.

Let truth and love be your allies,
To navigate the sea of lies.
Speak honestly, but with respect,
For harshness wounds and breeds neglect.

Forgive the slights, the hurt, the pain,
And let compassion gently reign.
With humble hearts, seek to amend,
And healing words to others send.

So, heed the wisdom James imparts,
To bridle tongues and gentle hearts.
In every word, let love resound,
And let your speech with grace be crowned.

For in the tongue’s untamed array,
Lies power to destroy or sway.
Choose wisely how your words will play,
And let kindness guide you each day.

The tongue of prayer, a sacred art,
Where soul meets God and words impart.
Through hallowed lips, our praises soar,
In whispered sighs or voices more.

In prayer, the tongue finds its true voice,
To seek the One whom we rejoice.
With reverence and sincerity,
We lay our hearts in clarity.

With contrite words, we humbly bow,
Confessing sins, our heads we bow.
The tongue of prayer, a channel clear,
To find forgiveness, draw God near.

In times of joy, the tongue takes flight,
To thank the Lord with pure delight.
Expressions of our gratitude,
In prayerful words, we are renewed.

The tongue of prayer, a soothing balm,
For wounded hearts and spirits calm.
In sorrow’s depths, we find release,
Through whispered prayers, we find our peace.

With intercession on our tongue,
For others’ needs, our hearts are wrung.
We lift them up to God above,
In earnest prayers of selfless love.

In seasons of uncertainty,
The tongue of prayer brings clarity.
In seeking guidance from on high,
We trust the answers will draw nigh.

Through fervent prayer, the tongue may soar,
To heights unknown, to heaven’s door.
Communion sweet with God we find,
Through language of the heart and mind.

In unity, let tongues entwine,
In worship songs, our voices shine.
With brothers, sisters, far and near,
The tongue of prayer, a chorus dear.

So let the tongue be used with care,
In speech and prayer, be aware.
For blessings and for cursing too,
The power of the tongue we view.

In prayer, may grace our words refine,
To lift and heal, and not malign.
The tongue of prayer, a gift divine,
To seek God’s presence, so incline.