I have noted on this blog before that it helps me to meditate on Scripture when I translate truths from God’s Word into my own language. Sometimes for me that translating comes in the form of a poem. For this week’s blog entry, I want to share with you a rhyme/poem of sorts that I wrote to help me think deeply upon James 3:1-12 and Matthew 12:33-37. I hope you’ll be encouraged to do your own translating, and that in so doing, God’s Word will be your hope, joy, and song. – Mark Ballard
Horses, parrots, cobras, & whales
These are things that man can tame
But the human tongue is a different species:
A restless evil, a violent flame
No one can lay a hand on this raw, raging wind
Yet left untouched, it will be my end
How can this be that the same little tongue
Curses its neighbor, then praises the Son?!
One has said that words are just
The overflow of what fills my heart
And that’s much deeper than I can reach
What can I do? Where do I start?
But in this struggle high hope is found
For I see with dim eyes that my heart is bound
So the Cure will not come from within these walls
Only from the outside-in will heal my jaws.
One from the outside must come in
And not just anyone – but the One with no sin
If I will ever know hope, ever know rest
He must enter the midst of my mess.
He must enter this dungeon, my heart
Shine light in its darkness, breathing life to start
A resurrection within so bold, so strong
That my words become lyrics to a freedom song
A freedom song that I will sing, sing, sing
To every creature that walks, crawls, and clings
For how else will they hear if I do not preach?
Telling them all they are within His reach