I used to try to justify myself,
insisting that I do the best I can.
But with every word as I spoke, I fell further
beneath man’s curse.
Each fire fell from my mouth like flames from Hell,
encirculating me in condemnation
created by my smallest member:
“The tongue is a deadly weapon,
a world of unrighteousness, iniquity,
incapable of being tamed or controlled.”
“Out of the heart, the mouth speaks.”
a new tongue can only come from a new heart.
I’ll always fall short of God’s glory and holiness.
So I hide behind the word of God: Jesus.
For my words alone could never justify,
but you speak a better word than Abel’s blood.
with you are the words of life.