The Power of the Tongue
the power of the tongue.
By: Cam Beyenberg
words.
the building blocks of communication.
the verbal effects of construction
and yet the weapons of mass destruction
it’s like the rudder of a ship
the smaller member on this round trip
journey called life, and living
and yet this direction setter is giving
the power of life and death in a single move
it can be like a dagger in order to prove
belonging and acceptance
or it can be like a stream flowing in healing and repentance.
it can spark a flame with one name
it can cause forest fires of shame
it can injure and hinder in reaction
it can provoke and divide in a fraction of a second,
it’s the power of the tongue
over flowing from the heart, powered by the lung
pumping and exhaling the crimson breaths
choosing fear over freedom, not life but death
it’s the easiest decision to direct in poison
the bitterness of greed, pride, and paranoia
the rejection of purpose and destiny
the reception of distraction and envy
it’s the flowing of salt water in rivers
producing dead surroundings, shifting the weather
to flood with insecurities and lies
to whisper with slithering soul ties
to conform to a world we are not of
to deform our image outside of live
and to malform our communities with the wrong blood.
we are blessing and cursing with the same mouth
do you kiss you mom with that thing?
even more, do you praise your God and sing
with the same instrument you bring
destruction with, these words of clout?
because there’s another route
the only Way to be grammatically correct
the original spoken Word in honor and respect
the Word, revealing life, love, and liberty
the Speaker of intention, spirit, and destiny
He is the Word of Life sent from the Father
the Receiver and Overcomer of destruction
through His stripes, the power of construction
He is the head of every member
His body and Bride called to remember
to bring the past into the present
to call forth the very atmosphere of heaven
to set a direction and course that beckons
all to enter through vocabulary of grace
communicating from the overflow of the secret place
the indwelling, eternal Word of Truth
overcoming our gossip with the proof
of worth and value found in a single Word
the Great I AM incarnate, stirred
to the place of giving actual language
the streams flowing in this river that salvages
our breathless and life phrases
replacing them with spirit and life that blazes
fires that refine and deliver in love
opening floodgates speaking identity through blood
whispering with awestruck soundings of oneness
the Father of lights articulating abundance
breathing and singing with His song and dance
delighting and joyfully making poems in His expanse
of vast tongues that enhance
our lungs to breathe and our hearts to beat
the overflowing Word, where heaven and earth meet.
if only we knew the power of the tongue
we would breathe in better breath for our lungs
we would declare hope and purposeful peace
we would choose to decrease
so that the Word would increase
paving pathways with golden streets
allowing our body to be an avenue of heaven
to shift paradigms with accents of presence
forming blessing and praise, encouragement and victory,
proclaiming instrumentals of clarity and charity
flowing from the Kingdom’s river
pulling arrows from the Son’s quiver
and piercing chains to deliver in the vast dictionary Words of forever.
if only we knew the power of the tongue,
maybe we’d exhale life, and breathe a better breath from our lungs.
