Your words should plant seeds of love, not bitterness.
Speak softly, yet boldly
for every word you breathe is a weapon,
perfectly poised, ready to strike its mark.
It can slice through flesh,
pierce the heart,
and echo in the soul long after the sound is gone.
What you say,
and how you say it,
shapes the very soil of your future.
We are called to speak truth
but not cold, cruel truth.
God’s truth draped in love,
delivered with compassion,
anchored in humility,
rooted in integrity.
Let your words heal, not harm.
Let them sow peace instead of poison.
Let them be a warm hug in a dark room,
a whisper of hope to a weary soul.
Remember
the tongue is a rudder,
small yet mighty,
steering ships through calm or storm.
It can guide you toward light
or drag you through the darkness.
So speak with purpose.
Speak with love.
Let every word carry weight
power wrapped in grace,
truth bathed in mercy.
Let your words carve like a knife
not to wound,
but to shape,
to refine,
to build what is good

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