My words were harsh and hasty
And they came without a thought.
Then I saw the pain and anguish
That my bitter words had brought.
Bitter words that I had spoken
Made me think back through the past;
of how many times I'd uttered
Biting words whose pain would last.
Then I wondered of the people
I had hurt by what I'd said;
All the ones I had discouraged
WHen I didn't use my head.
Then I thought about my own lifd,
Of painful words I've heard;
And of the times I'd been discouraged
By a sharp and cruel word.
ANd now clearly I remember
All tne things I might have done;
But, by a word I was discouraged
ANd they never were begun.
Lord, help my words be silver boxes,
Neatly wrapped up with a bow;
That I give to all so freely,
As through each day I gladly go.
Silver boxes full of treasure,
Precious gifts from God above;
That all the people I encounter
Might have a box of GOd's own love.
Michael Bright 1989