By Ken Blue
When I was young, I enjoyed the thrill of hunting wild game
I’d hunt anything that walked, or crawled, regardless of its name
Deciding to take them alive, I’d train them for a show
I trained a Polar bear to make a snowman out of snow
Squirrels walked on the high wires, and monkeys mastered the trapeze
Whales jumped through the hoops, and mice outwitted the maze for cheese
I taught gorillas sign language, and parrots how to talk
My dog could find anything from steak, to a piece of chalk
My fame, it continued to grow, I was known far and wide
People thought I tamed everything, even the wind, and tide
But little did they know, of the battle that raged within
I had tamed everything, except what went unseen by men
I battled it every day, but submit, it never would
It boasted with pride, and proclaimed its virtuous good
The tongue is a little member that no man can tame
It blasphemes God, and takes Christ name in vain.
Like a deceitful fountain, spewing fresh water, then brine
It was praising God before others, and cursing man all the time
I needed help from without, someone my tongue to tame
By grace I found the Man, and Jesus is his name
I’ve given my heart to Jesus, to it, the tongues affixed
A work is being done, so the language won’t be mixed
Death to self is the answer, then a new song can be sung.
The only thing that can’t be tamed, is our unruly tongue
Pastor Ken Blue was born in Boswell, Ark. In 1955 he accepted Christ as his Savior. He and his wife Joyce were married in 1955. They have 5 children. He graduated from Midwestern Baptist Bible College in 1969 and started the Open Door Baptist Church in Lynnwood, Wa. where he pastored for 39 years. Because of health issues (ALS) he was forced to resign as pastor. It is his desire to continue to be used of God to help pastors and believers through this ministry.
Stephen Zeinner says
Barb Hughes says
Good stuff, Bro Blue~ Glad you figured out that sharing function!
Paul Harper says
So true Pastor. All are guilty.