Gossip is a bitter vine that has no spine
But feeds on trite digs sown, weeds overgrown.
Behold what flimsy breath of death, foul sip of poisoned wine,
Through which shines a ray of false sunshine,
Rather than a glowing spark divine!
Miracles lift you up but gossip pulls you low,
Giving you no place to go
I see you frown,
You say, “I don’t want to drown.”
But would you bring others down
To meet your selfish need,
A corrupt seed rooted in greed?
Gossip is a bitter vine, a shameful sign
Of the foolish way some people may choose to align
Their lives contrary to divine design.
Then, sinking in despair,
They see nobody there to help them
When they’re down.
Oh, muck-stained gown!
It’s not a pleasant state to live in hate
While waiting for flood waters to abate.
Of course, what’s real is real. What’s true is true,
And certainly there is a time to wait,
Though for some it may appear to be
Yet truly, such need not be your sad fate
If you’ll allow me to elucidate.
You needn’t live a life that’s second-rate
Because the Lord is waiting to lift up
Your head. Therefore extend your hands. He’ll fill your cup
If you will take the time with Him to sup.
Take courage, little branch,
Because there’s hope
If you’ll reach up and grasp
His lifeline rope.