voice
Who hears your voice, the words you speak?
They float on air, from here to there
A simple word can grow and grow
Becoming more, you’ll never know
We bring good news and sometimes scorn
Our words can take a drastic turn
They build one up and strengthen more
And tear apart and unadorn
Our voice is power for all it’s worth
The good and bad, the harsh and kind
A power that’s ours and ours alone
To lift or tear or kill or shine
Tis better to quiet and tap it down
Than rage and harm and flail around
The path our voice takes — a mystery
No navigation for us to see
Yet faith reminds us who’s in control
Tending the soil inside our souls
Our little part is to make it count
The voice they hear without a doubt
Renew, return, rebuild, restore
There’s always hope and an open door
You’ve never gone too far away
The bridge is solid and here to stay
Take heed my friend to this little truth
Pour beauty on life, in love and care
And the warmth of your voice be light and air
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