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 loved ones 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. Within us we have power to make or to break the people we touch 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.

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