I can tote big words around as in a briefcase
And can write whole essays on what I believe.
But however I say that I know what I mean
It matters more that I know to receive.
I can air my opinion without any qualm
And fearlessly state that I won't back away.
I can leave you assured I'm a girl of my word
But how much did I hear what you had to say?
I know what I know, and I am what I am,
But if Christ isn't evident, what is the use?
I'm no better witness of truth and of love
Than if my behavior was sinful and loose.
So then, here is my new proposition:
The next time I fling all my thoughts in a rush,
And don't speak in love or hear your own side,
Then quietly, forcefully, just tell me to hush.
postscript
I have a tendency to speak too authoritatively on things I am passionate about. But who cares what I think if I'm not speaking it in love? Something I'm working on. I haven't gotten there yet.