Catch the top of the tongue running loose

What chips away the self-esteem is not equal
The bully manner is not of candor or kindness
But more of a thick-fogged blindness.
Of course, one of non-agreement and in a way, bereavement.

She had lost her voice by the choking bull
Over powering her choice, input, his curt rude ways.
Does he know how much he hurt the crushed woman?
Maybe or maybe not, possibly he doesn’t care
Until the dirty glaring stare.
Not just from her, but them, and over there.

Words twisted, the tornatic atmosphere
Call it out and demand it crumble
The words soon softens and the air returns to peace
Because the enemy must seize
Fire from the Holy Spirit does more than appease and please
Quickening is thickening
Worry no more or be anxious
Holy Spirit is the oasis

Safety from the Book of Proverbs, instructions verse for verse.
You won’t be left feeling worse.
Wrapped in His love and mercy Psalm 91
You’ll see you are His number one

Philippians will fill you with joy oh boy!
Meditate day and night, it’s a seers world in sight.
Strong and bold, Esther shapes the mold
And, count on Deborah, mighty force
The Bible is the your source

Time of need or soak and worship,
God is with you always and has your back
So you never lack one good thing.

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