[Written for the Sentinel]

The Spoken Word

The spoken word, inspired by love,
And blessed with kind intent,
Is strong to save, and lift above
The earth, the penitent.

Who speaks the word in season? He
Whose every thought is part
Of Mind, who reasons righteously,
With understanding heart.

A God-crowned life is truly his
Whose love would bless mankind,
Whose speech divinely ordered is,
And peaceful is his mind.

The boasts and idle words that live
On evil tongues, despise!
Account thereof God bids them give.
Oh, listen, and be wise!

But every gracious word that's coined,
Is like the rainbow fair;
Is like a building fitly joined,
And framed with jewels rare.

Sweet is the promise it doth bring,
Symbolic of His power,
An habitation welcoming;
A stronghold, an high tower.

So let the spoken word be calm.
'T will every discord still;
'T will be to wounded hearts a balm;
'T will quiet human will.

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