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