The Tongue That Whispers (A Gossiping Poem)
O tongue, so small, yet sharp and sly,
With whispers low, you pierce and pry.
You spread the seeds of hurtful lore,
And leave behind an open sore.
The Word of God speaks clear and true,
Of harm the idle tongue can do.
“A perverse man stirs up strife,” it’s said,
“And whispers separate friends instead.” (Proverbs 16:28)
No weapon forged can cut as deep,
As words you sow, that hearts will keep.
A fleeting thought, a careless jest,
Can rob the weary soul of rest.
“Let no unwholesome talk take flight,”
Says Scripture’s call to speak what’s right.
“But build each other up instead,”
So grace and truth may fill what’s said. (Ephesians 4:29)
O tongue, be still, and pause to see,
The weight of what your words may be.
For gossip blinds, and lies will bind,
And sow the discord hearts may find.
Lord, tame my tongue, let wisdom guide,
Let kindness in my words reside.
Make me a voice of love and peace,
So harmful chatter finds release.
“The tongue has power of death and life,”
To bless or curse, to heal or strife. (Proverbs 18:21)
So let my words, O Lord, today,
Bring healing light along the way.