June 12, 2016


each time you open your mouth
foolish words escape, and spread
into our world, and sound so wise
yet denying all that God has said
as if the commands of our Creator
are things to be discarded
if they grind against our grain
yet wood cannot deny its lathe
whose work carves pain to beauty
or complain its master knows not
how best its beauty may be found
but rest secure within the spindles
and rejoice beneath its mater’s hand
they love Him best who likewise sing