Pull Out My Tongue Poem by P K Joy

By giving me a long and healthy tongue,
Think not You have given me a mighty thing.
For, always my tongue speaks utter nonsense
And continuously gathers bitterness.
Before my mind analyses thoughts, it acts.
Wisdom’s discernment it always flouts.

A stammering tongue making constant efforts
And strugglingly succeeding to speak some words
To generate goodwill, peace and concord
Would have been surely a blessing, my Lord!
If it’s too late to change, I entreat
To pull out this tongue and make me great.