A flapping tongue, a careless thing, On hasty winds, its insults fling. No wisdom guides its blustering flight, respect of mine it holds in lack, it holds no light.
The Christ's own way, a peaceful guise, rejects the storm in vengeful skies. For violence yields but fleeting gain, While peace shall leave a lasting gain.
For in that peace, a power lies. To navigate the chaos, with child’s care and freedom’s might.