You hurt and so are angry
For I have thus struck at the core
I can read your life like poetry
And can the trace the roots of the sore.
Your childhood days reflect the source
Of your curses and your words today
And your heart is controlled by an evil force
Led your tongue and your speech astray.
The anger there reacts when naked
Exposed of the tendrils that had it bound
Releasing pangs of language wicked
Curses, profanity where it abounds.
Unless that past of bitterness healed
The tongue will never speak what's right
And only in humble surrender must yield
To focus on God and follow all sight.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 1,2010
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