WORDS
By Antje Hill
They come so easily,
They're there all the time.
These verbal expressions
of yours and mine.
Consider the cost of bitter words said in haste.
They belittle, they rob and they bite.
They cut people down and never look back.
They vow all the while, they are right.
Words cut and they wound, but no one can see
the battle scars they leave inside.
We ask, "Is there hope for wounds so deep?"
Maybe not, words have so much pride.
A soft gentle voice, a touch of the hand
could bring healing, it's a place to start.
But giving up pride doesn't come easy
After all, it's a matter of the heart.
We have the power to make or to break
the people we see everyday.
Money can't buy the peace of mind
we give by the words that we say.
They come so easily,
They're there all the time.
These verbal expressions
of yours and mine.
