Words, they move in a certain way
Neutral they're never, they always convey
Words they build, words they slay
Words give life, words bring death
In death words bring condemnation
Causing wars in many a generation
Spoken in life they are a God-given collection
Used by the power of the Spirits direction
If words convey beauty and are given with pleasure
They are received with love and held as treasure
Words conveying pain are tossed aside
But never before the pain has died
Words which edify and minister God's grace
Make us a burning light in a dark place
Words are not made from what is without
We speak how we live, they come from the heart
Our words must be loving and gentle and kind
Just like our Saviour in whom we abide.