THOUGHTLESSNESS

                                            A little bit of hatred,
                                                 Can spoil a score of years
                                            And blur the eyes that ought to smile,
                                                 With many needless tears.

                                            A little bit of thoughtlessness,
                                                 And anger for a day,
                                            Can rob a home of all its joys
                                                 And drive delight away.

                                            A little bit of shouting,
                                                 In a sharp and vicious tone,
                                            Can leave a sting that will be felt,
                                                 When many years have flown.

                                            And just one hasty minute
                                                 Of ill temper can offend,
                                            And leave an inner injury 
                                                 That years may never mend

                                            A little bit of hatred,
                                                  Robs a home of all delight,
                                            And leaves a winding tail of wrong
                                                  That time may never right.

                                            For only those are happy,
                                                   And Keep their peace of mind,
                                            Who guard themselves from hatreds,
                                                   And words that are unkind.

                                                                                        author unknown

 

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Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:  For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
James 1:19-20

 


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