This was Job's cry to his friends.
They came as comforters.
They stayed as tormentors.
Words heal us and words make us ill.
Words bless us and words curse us.
The words I hear will linger through the day.
A loving, tender, beautiful word, a little prayer word will fill him with music that will lead him on to victory.
We need the martial music of Faith that only our loved ones can give us.
Learn how to make words work for you.
Learn how to make words burn.
Learn to fill words with power that cannot be resisted.
Mussolini held Italy in his hand by the power of his words.
Austria was conquered by Hitler with words...no powder, no poison gas, no bayonets.....just words.
Fill your lips with lovely words, beautiful words until men will love to meet you, long to hear you speak. Remember, words are apples of gold in network of silver
