“Not many should become teachers, my brothers, because you know that we will receive a stricter judgment. For we all stumble in many ways … ” (James 3:1,2a)
The fire within my soul burns hot;
Restraint my reckless tongue knows not.
The flames I shoot out of my mouth
Are meant to heal you of your sloth.
But good intentions notwithstanding
I might be guilty of producing
Not the healing I desired
But a smoking corpse well-fried!
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