New Living Translation (NLT)
21 The tongue can bring death or life;
those who love to talk will reap the consequences.
It starts with a rumble and a roar,
Then it rushes up from far below,
The feelings cannot be controlled
Like an eruption of a fiery volcano,
I try my best; to hold it within
To smother what’s building inside,
But the anger soon takes control
And there’s finally nowhere to hide,
A hard master it rules with a whip
And cracks it loudly over my head,
The sting of its strains cut deep,
The result of what I have said,
The tongue is the culprit at hand,
It’s speaks at the drop of a hat,
A soldier you must hold at bay
Or forever be ready for combat.
©2018 by William Pierce
Help us give heed to our minds and not jump feet first into fighting. Anger is a hard taskmaster. May we always be seekers of peace.