words cannot be caged. Once spoken, they are free.
travel their chosen path.
carry hidden daggers, drawn as they travel,
the tip seeking a target to stab, and wound.
blast like cannons, destroying everything in their path.
are as spies, deceiving, treacherous,
nothing, having no home or country,
only to befriend, for the ultimate course of destruction.
others crawl slowly, unyielding, unstoppable.
on a mission, crawling, gouging,
away at a found prize,
together to feast on a host unaware.
are created and held,
unrolled as a scroll,
out like bats from a cave,
pulled away as refuse from a boat.
when released with understanding and care,
are delicate snow flakes that form sculptures of unsurpassed beauty.
love, and delicious desserts are served on a Kingís table.
when presented by the Holy Spirit of God,
become gem stones presented as gifts on a golden tray.
God form your words by being in your heart,
your tongue becomes spiced cream
an offering of cut fruit,
your speech rewarded by blessings of smile and laughter,
Him with your every word.
Your Speech by Ronhales Psalm 145:10-12