Words Hurt…Words Heal…Words!!!!

The words that fall from your lips sting not this soul, but the soul of yourself in its own pity.
Such a shame it is to see one such as you fall into the thin gray shadows of mediocrity.
If you but knew the damage that comes forth from the bitterness of your failing song.
You would hence refrain from calling names and return once more to compassion's home.

We are all flesh dear Sir and someday this flesh will fall away and to the dust we’ll go.
So think carefully now of your arrogant ways and think not tomorrow, but eternity to roam.
I for me think not lightly of things regarding the soul and I shall not mince my words in regard to a higher call.

Therefore Sir, tread with due care when its evil you desire to speak.
Walk with all caution, for today is but a minute, tomorrow but an hour.
And the sum of life by eternities side is tallied not in months or years…but weeks.

Love Conquers All ...


J. Allen Wilson © 2007