WHO HAVE I HURT?

I wonder who have I hurt in my travels through this life time of mine. Who all have I cut into with my sharp wit and missed used tong. I think of the time I have felt hurt that came from others who looked upon me with a critical eye. And with either sharp or dull wit they cut me into and my hart was hurt with my feelings left bleeding all over the floor. I have been called many things in my life, and every time it hurts. Oh I try not to show it as they pick out some flaw of mine or mistake I made and bring it to light in front of others. Oh the joy we get when we can point at others and say “look at them, don’t you see”. And in doing this we think, they want look at me and my flaws. Some say I’m sensitive, because my feelings do get hurt from time to time. But you would think this would stop me from hurting others and you would think wrong.

Who have I left behind in the wake of my destructive tong? How many have I hurt and cut until they bled? The mouth, made to edify God and the tong made to praise the eternal one. Can be use to destroy His creation. We can say proudly we never killed any one. But how many sprits have you broken, how many dreams have you shattered, with one cutting remark or roomer spread. I know I have done my share of damage. I have hurt love ones, people closest to me that trusted me to only say good nurturing things, but I hurt them with my evil words. Things said in hast, that the word sorry can never erase. Then there are the everyday acquaintances, people I work with, that thought I was someone special for awhile until I lashed out at them or cut them in jest just because I could. Yes my wit is sharp at times, to sharp. And then less not forget the strangers I have cut with my blade of justice.

So what right do I have to get my feelings hurt, what right indeed! For on my pilgrimage through this life my walk has not been a straight one, I have wondered off the path and let my feet travel in the darkest parts of this world and in doing so have lead many astray. So what can I do to amend? All I can do is control my evil mouth when I can and think before I open it. If I can’t think of a positive thing to say, then maybe I should have never learned to talk at all. But this is easier said then done. Because I will always try to out draw the other person with my wit, this way I can disarm them before harm befalls me, seems like I am destine to hurt others and in turn get hurt also. This is an insane cycle, it must be stop. I pray one day before I die all the good things I have said to others will far out weigh the hurtful words I have spoke into the cold air of this life.