Tip of Your Tongue

We talk about our faith a lot,
Our feelings of what we got;
Flows off the tongue at the tip,
Speeding as to pass by the lip.

It is a matter of that thought,
Of the origin that we ought;
Examining where of the start,
In the brain or from the heart.

For our belief is not as we say,
Talking straight but actually gay;
Fear of what others may reckon,
Instead of what God may beckon.

God knows all our inner views,
All of your lusts and the virtues;
As feeling from the heart matter,
Regardless what you may chatter.

It is what and how you believe,
Determines what you receive;
How closely you follow the text,
Prepares you in living in the next.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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