Golden Words


    Woodland Hills Baptist Church 

     Have you ever been in Sunday School and answered a question the teacher asked only to have her dispute where you came up with the answer?  I have.  When I told her the answer came from the bible, the whole class laughed.  Her response made me feel as though she didn't believe me. I left church that day feeling sad and disrespected.  The next time I saw her she said, "The pastor preached on what we talked about in class.  Your answer was correct."
     At a different church, I opened my bible to read a bible verse the teacher asked someone to read.  After I finished, a man sitting across from me said, "That's not a real bible because it's not a King James Bible."
     The two incidences took place over forty years ago at two different churches.  I didn't leave them because of what happened.  I now attend Woodland Hills Baptist church in Longview, Texas.  I would love for you to visit sometime.
      
     (The following poem is similar to two previous poems in my blog.)

 Golden Words

Words have special meanings that can uplift or tear down.

 Expressing your opinion can cause a smile or a frown.

Think hard about how to express what you have to say.

Your words may come back to bite you one day.

Always speak with love and kindness in your heart.

Remember to seek God and his guidance from the start.

He will give you golden words that need to be expressed.

When they're fitly spoken, you will be truly blessed.

                               Patricia Westbrook.

     "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver." (Proverbs 25:11, (NKJV).




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