1966 William C. Highsmith

If your heart had lips with which to speak,
What kind of message would other ears greet?

Would there be praises without an end -
Or bitter words of scorn would you send?

Could you have words to bolster the meek -
Or just for those on life's mountain peak?

Do you tell others you love them so -
Or should the day come, you were too slow?

Does from your mouth the Lord's praises flow -
Or from your two lips a curse doth go?

Can you describe a red rose's bloom -
Or is your heart so dark as a tomb?

Listen my friend, what does your heart say?
Don't you think now is the time to pray?