Don’t touch the character of man
No gentler than a knife in hand
The great destruction that you reap
By idle words that you might speak
Man’s character is like pure gold
And when in spite you would unfold
His errors then you pierce his heart
With evil words that you impart
You argue that your words are true
And what you say is nothing new
But do men’s sins give you the right
To judge and gossip in God’s sight
Beware, the things you sow, you’ll reap
Malicious words cut very deep
When someone tries to rise above
His errors, rather show him love
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