The Words Are To Build A Bridge

Описание: ♥️This contemporary Christian song expresses my love for God and his glorious kingdom. Immerse in it and feel your connection with God deepening. Feel the presence of God and angels in your home.
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The old porch swing is creaking, the evening settles in,
And My granddad's voice repeating to me again,
He'd say, "A broken bone will mend, a fence you can re-build
But a word once let out traveling and wild, can't ever be forgotten or tamed.
He’d hold up a single feather, from the pillow on the chair
And let the evening breeze lift it, floating on the air.
So let your words be heavy, let them carry honest weight.
Let them be the steady hand, and not the foolish bait.
Let them be a blanket for the one who's feeling cold, or a story to be told,
But Not a stone to throw, or tear somebody down.
I was down at the hardware store, a hot and dusty day,
A man was talking 'bout his neighbor in an ugly way,
Saying things he'd heard somewhere, gossip sharp as glass.
The owner just wiped his counter, let a little quiet pass.
He said, "I've known that man for forty years,
he helped me through the flood.
His hands are rough, his heart is true, his character is good."
So let your words be heavy, let them carry honest weight
Let them be the steady hand, and not the foolish bait
Let them be a blanket for the one who's feeling cold, or a story to be told,
But Not a stone to throw, or tear somebody down.
A whisper in a crowd can turn into a roar
And leave a heart in pieces scattered on the floor
But a simple word of kindness, a quiet "I am here"
Can chase away a shadow, and conquer all the fear.
So let this be a promise, the one I'm trying to keep.
When my thoughts are angry and my tongue is sharp and steep.
I'll stop and think of feathers floating on the breeze
And the heavy, solid anchor of the quiet, growing trees.
I'll build a bridge of listening, before I make a sound,
And pray the words I'm offering won't tear somebody down.
So let your words be heavy, let them carry honest weight
Let them be the steady hand, and not the foolish bait
Let them be a blanket for the one who's feeling cold, or a story to be told,
But Not a stone to throw, or tear somebody down.
To build a bridge....
A story to be told...
No, not throw a stone....
Or tear someone down...