I’ve wasted words
Left words wickedly wasted without warning
To hearts, they brought burning
Made insecurities start churning
Faces of confidence started turning
Spirits discouraged started yearning, for life
Because this tongue cut like a knife
It’s like a lethal scalpel, I blame it on Adam’s apple
It’s stuck in my Adam’s apple, that there is the prime example
I pushed blame on a fruit that inspired Snapple
Wasting words trying to defend my babel
Others are sickened ‘cause my breath is kickin
Like spartan 300 and Bruce Lee kickin
People’s passions and personalities into prisons
Leaving them downcasted, instead of uplifted
I’m a man of unclean lips, among people of unclean lips
Every word we say is from the pit, poison in every syllable we spit
Dirty mouths like fallen comets, gums in need of Orbit
But that’s not it, the mouth of this wannabe rev runs
Lips dressed in a tracksuit and Adidas
Working words out, but when it walks this way
Dull comments are crafted like a bad arrow smith
Bowing tongue shoots carelessly into the air
Making foolish words hard to bear
Folly filled phrases fill the numerator
Outweighing the wisdom of the denominator
So my improper words are like improper fractions
Saying things out of pride just for a simple reaction
Hoping to win some attraction, fan-based interactions
But if I sell out wisdom just to be heard
That’s a bad transaction
Let’s put God into the equation
The Trinity whose infinity like beyond
Compared to us, the zeros
If He remains the dividend, we will never end
But if we switch our roles from the divisor
We will be nothing but an ear and eye sore
The words of the foolish are many, so the mouth speaks nonsense by the plenty
But on that day in Acts 2, the spirit descended like fire
Touched lips like the hot coal that made Isaiah inspired
And flipped Peter’s speech to a different tone
As disciples acquired new language without Rosetta Stone
Words will never be the same
We have the breath of a dragon
Not full of senseless drag-on, but passion to pass-on
Our bellies that were once dormant volcanoes awakened
Bringing forth the same flame that Jeremiah couldn’t contain
Consuming listening hearts like a wildfire
With no intentions of bringing down, but lifting souls higher
Just as a small fire flickering amongst twigs can build the biggest flames
A statement of love can crack open eyes to the heavens above
Such an influence can’t be of our own merit
But a power that manifests from our reliance on the Spirit
Our words can be an army that destroys kingdoms
Or a bridge bringing forth His Kingdom
The power of life and death lie behind these teeth
May others feel the warmth of Christ’s love
And not be burnt by words from hell’s heat
That would be wasting words
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