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Like feathers on the wind our words can lose their way,

a loosened tongue, as much as arms,
is in the devil's pay.

We need a listening ear,
a slowness when we act,
before we judge, the time to sift
the rumour from the fact.

Verses 3-4 follow

Tune: GARELOCHSIDE; POTSDAM
Metre: SM

 

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 6/8/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk

Please include any reproduction for local church and school use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.

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