I was listening to the radio the other day and someone said these words, "You are the master of your unspoken words. You are the servant of your spoken words. You are the slave to your electronic words." Those words need to be etched upon our hearts, especially today with so many avenues of communicating our words to others.

So many times we say things that we rejoice in (telling someone about Jesus) but there are other times that we regret the words we spoke or wrote (telling someone off)! I found this poem years ago. I do not know who the author is, but I thought it needful to share it today.

I shouted aloud and louder, while out on the plain one day; the sound grew faint and fainter, until it had died away.

My words had gone forever, they left no trace or track. But the hills nearby caught up the cry and sent an echo back.

I spoke a word in anger, to one who was my friend. Like a knife it cut him deeply, a wound that was hard to mend.

That word so thoughtlessly uttered, I would we could both forget; But its echo lives and memory gives the recollection yet.

How many hearts are broken, how many friends are lost? By some unkind word spoiken, before we count the cost!