As women we are powerful Within the walls of home
As women we are powerful Within the walls of home For we within our fragile grasp A mighty tool doth own
We use it every morning We wield it through the day It never ever leaves us Upon our mundane way
A little daughter quivers Beneath it's crushing blow A brother, sister falters For it hath laid them low
A line of devestation Can lie within it's path Both buried hope and laughter A dreaded aftermath
But yet this sordid weapon Can be a healing stream Can be a source of comfort The light of heaven's beam
What is the tongue within thee Is it a gentle friend To all who come across it To which use doth it lend?
Ah tongue-to God I'll give thee His servant to obey So that 'tis only blessing That flows upon your way.
~ Jenny Daniel
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