Language is a shining universal
tool, the only one that we can lift
with minds alone. It’s God’s most precious gift
to humankind. Like thistledown dispersal,
ideas spread, to seed the common good
and faithful tongues cry praise upon their Master.
News of need in some far-off disaster
runs like wildfire in a burning wood.

Against deceptive talk and evil slanders,
weigh a loving word, an honest praise
for work well done. A liar only squanders
treasure that’s his birthright. Fill your days
with upright speech, with holy stories sung
in language that God gave, the glory tongue.