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A few of you should be teachers, For you know that who we do teach; Will be judged by the out-reachers, Greater strictness on how they preach. We all stumble in many ways, If anyone does not stumble; They are perfect and never strays, Always abides and not grumble. Because they will wear a bridle, For in their mouth will have a bit; As their tongue will remain idle, Their body never throws a fit. A horse has a bit to obey, As a method for us to guide; Ensuring that he will not stray, To your commands he will abide. Look at ships as driven by wind, Are guided by a small rudder; Ensuring the ship is disciplined, Not to deviate or shudder. The tongue is small, yet it will boast, Of great as well as made-up things; Big fire set ablaze to host, Enticement from the sinful brings. The tongue is fire on the loose, In a world of unrighteousness; In confidence tries to seduce, For mind games with your consciousness. The entire body to stain, Sets on fire the course of life; With hell on earth for causing pain, Puts others in the midst of strife. Every kind of beast and bird, Of reptile and sea creature; Enabled be trained by a word, Through the tongue of the right teacher. These thing ought never to be so, The same mouth comes blessing and curse; Because what the righteous should know, Should never expect to speak perverse. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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