We are all words
Coming from the mouth
Of the Great Speaker
From His lips He created dust
And from that dust came bones
From that very breath of His mouth
He gave us flesh
And with that flesh came a spirit
And now in Two Thousand and whatever it is
We speak
And though we speak many words
We often say nothing
Sometimes every word from our tongues
Are as empty as a canyon with no water
Sometimes they sting as sharp
As a double edge sword
Other times they are fulfilling manna
To a hungry soul
Words
They are who we are
They are what shape our lives
So tell me
What do you have to say
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