Some careless words can mock the heart,
a thoughtless probe -- vexation's tart.
So pause awhile -- consider grace --
speak verbal silk not goads in lace.

Destructive speech can tear a soul,
instead of diamonds -- lumps of coal.
A writer's soul walks wisdom's maze --
with power to crush or power to raise.

How can one sit in truth's bright seat
and not perceive the ideal beat?
Though naked eyes can't see 'round bends
grace walks beyond -- Horizon's end.

Its healing balm all wounds can tend.
or, broken hearts their scars can mend.
Thus, grace is God's eternal gift --
they're wrought in Christ to heal sin's rift.
R.Owen


R.Owen 8/12/2016