The tongue is such a tiny member,
There is something about it you need to remember.
In a short time it can cause so much destruction, It might take a lifetime of reconstruction.
That tiny member is the hardest to tame.
On it much of life's troubles we can blame.
Against a good person it can cause so much pain, Their life might never get back together again.
Small as it may be, it has caused so much harm, And by its smooth words can spread its charm.
It doesn't mind who it hurts along the way, As long as it has the last say.
It has spread its lies and deceit,
Its good at it, and these things it will repeat.
It has said things about its best friend.
Its destruction never seems to end.
It doesn't mind on whom it tells a lie, And the good character of a man must die.
On and on the vicious cycle goes.
How many people it has hurt, only Jesus knows.
What it says sometimes can be very brief, But can cause a lifetime of grief.
Are you going to let it have the last word?
It can keep you from Christ; this be assured.
Turn your life over to Jesus now.
He can use the tongue for good; He knows just how.
Don't let it any longer control your life.
It has already caused enough pain and strife.

The dandelion is a nuisance. It is a pain.
Yet, God looks after it. He supplies it with sun and rain.
But for me You died! Now I am alive.
Lord, without You, neither of us could survive.
How easily it would be for it to quit when things go wrong, If it had, long ago it would be gone.
All its troubles God brings it through.
He does far more for me and you.
Step on it. Crush it. Run over it with the mower, It will come back as if seeds were sown by the sower.
God has it planned that way,
As for me, God oversees my life each day.
How can we give up, when God loves us so.
The dandelion doesn't, and God it does not even know.
It does not beg or plead.
It just waits on God for its need.
God gives both of us endurance.
He gave me eternal life; I have His assurance.
I am in Christ, my roots go deep. He put me in His harvest, to reap.
The dandelion is truly a pest, Yet every day it gives God it's best.
Can I say the same for man?
In Christ our tribulations we can overcome, we can.
The dandelion is hardy and strong.
It does not grow weary when things go wrong.
What can I learn from that little weed?
That God will supply my every need.
The dandelion is a survivor and so am I.
We both wait on God, that is why.
It never says times are hard, I am going to quit.
Neither will I until that day with God I sit.