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'SILENCE IS GOLDEN'

  
By Gene Johnson
3-26-2006
 
Psalm 39:1-3
 
Solomon in Ecclesiastes 3:7 says to us that like all things in the seasons of life that there is, 'a time to be silent, and a time to speak'. I like the way this master of Gods wisdom in the proper order of things puts silence, before speaking. His father David had obviously taught him well. In this Psalm David talks about controlling his tongue and what he could have said in the midst of true temptation to speak out of turn. I'm sure even for David holding back what he strongly felt like saying was very hard, just as it is for most of us to do.
 
There is a great deal of teaching and thought these days on the prophetic and being a prophet. The word, 'prophet' in the Greek is: ''profetes'' which literally means to, 'speak forth'.
There is however it seems very little teaching anymore on being silent, taming the tongue, self-control and, 'holding back' as apposed to speaking forth. It is my earnest belief that to be a great teacher, speaker or even a prophet is to know how to first be a good listener and also to know how and when to speak, or not to for that matter. The Bible clearly instructs us in many places to be, 'quick to listen and slow to speak'. That every idle word will be judged!
 
I find it a bit ironic in a way that one of the wonderful miracles Jesus performed was to heal the deaf and the dumb. But then of that very dumb one who was healed, to be required a self control over what was spoken, once gaining the ability. Perhaps we all need to be more mindful of dumbing ourselves down!
 
 
+++MUTE+++
 
 
AH TO BE
 
DUMBING DOWN
 
BY CHOICE
 
LOCKING THIS JAW
 
MUZZLING MY MOUTH
 
TO TIE MY OWN TONGUE
 
CHOOSING TO BE SILENT
 
INSTEAD OF SPOUTING OFF
 
THAT SEEMINGLY
 
PERPETUAL STREAM
 
CAPPED OFF AND SEALED OVER
 
 
WHO CAN TAME THIS FIRE?
 
THIS FIREMAN,  I DESIRE
 
I'VE SEEN THE DIRTY BURN
 
OF WHERE THE FLAMES FLEW
 
AND THEN BURNT THROUGH
 
THIS HOUSE OF ASHES
 
CHARRED AND LAYING
 
IN RUINS
 
 
I WILL SET A SENTINEL
 
A WATCHMAN OVER MY LIPS
 
THAT PERHAPS AT LAST
 
NOT TO SUFFER SORROW
 
AT WATCHING SINKING SHIPS
 
ALL HANDS ON BOARD
 
LOST TO THE SWIRLING DEPTHS
 
BECAUSE I COULD NOT HOLD BACK
 
MY FLAG LIKE FLAPPING QUIPS....
 
 
GENE JOHNSON (COPYRIGHT 2006)

 

 

 

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