A gentle tongue is a tree of life,
but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.
Like the smell of smoke that hangs in the air
Long after the embers of the fire have grown cold,
So do words that are spoken in haste.
Like a haze that covers the horizon,
Words of anger cloud the mind long after being said,
Interfering with the gift of life God has given us this day.
Lord, let my words be filled with kindness and compassion
And may I not be afraid to use them with generosity.
Make my heart like yours.