Treasure starts inside the heart.

But words have never lost their part!

Would you come and see?

Help free words residing inside of me?

Woken with writing, my special gift.

How could words have weariness?

Would words wander?

Would they wish?

Could they escape with unbroken lips?

Words written won’t be missed.

Words won’t always bring happiness,

But words whether spoken or well writ

Should always be handled like God’s gift,

Used for worthy worldy blisss

And delivered like a mother’s kiss.

Looking words in the mouth,

We could write or we could talk.

Would we upend or mend?

We can choose the words we use.

But while treasure starts inside the heart,

Words have never lost their part.