Oh, to have a golden tongue with golden lips where words are hung upon them spun with jewels and crests around, entwined with silver zests Words spilling forth all wild and winsome Full of grace and snowy wisdom To touch an ear, to cause a change To teach a heart to rearrange Oh, it's longed for in the deep of my soul to have the lips and tongue that roll off speech that causes men to stir souls to breathe and hearts to cure. What should I name this poem? I've
been challenged lately to memorize God's Word more. I know a lot, but I
can never know enough. I want to have God's Word in my heart and mind
and mouth. I want to cause change, and be changed. | 
