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Re o bama Re i koba Naong tsa go Jesu
Lo lorato Le legolo Naong tsa go Jesu
O boitshepo, boitshepo O boitshepo, boitshepo O boitshepo, boitshepo O kwana
I don't know what it is about this song that touches me. The language is so powerful, and words just seem to flow through the body, with power, and refresh my spirit.
Proverbs 12:18 Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Words are such a powerful thing. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." That little childhood saying that we all earned growing up... However, that saying is a worldly point of view, isn't it?
If we are in God and He is in us, how can the physical realm hurt us? If we break a leg, an arm... crack our heads open... who cares? Our bodies will heal... but words remain forever, we move on, yet the deceiver continues to repeat those painful words in our ears time and time again.
Words.... words are different... a lonely boy sluggishly dragging his feet in the halls at school... one compliment will bring him up, he smiles, and has a little more spring in his step... it may have even saved his life... It works the same backwards... a put-down, may have caused a life being lost...
Our bodies heal, and in some cases grow stronger after being broken. But what happens to our hearts? What do we do when the wound is inside? Deep inside where nobody can see... the only thing that pierces our spirit... deep within our spirit... what do we do then? Do we allow are hearts to get 'stronger'? But wouldn't that be having a hard heart? How do we let go?
That saying... "Sticks and stones may break my bone, but words will never hurt me..." How can it be said that words do not hurt when they are in fact the only thing that truly do...
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