A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust it will sow.
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.
My neighbor was passin' my garden one time
She smiled and I knew right away
That it was gossip not flowers that she had on her mind
And this is what I heard my neighbor say.
"That bad girl down the street, she should be run from our midst.
She drinks and she talks quite a lot
She knows not to speak to my child nor to me.''
My neighbor then smiled and I thought ...
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust it will sow.
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.
A car speeded by, the screamin' of brakes
A sound that made my blood chill
My neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
Her child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out
"Oh, who was that brave girl so sweet?''
I covered the crushed broken body and said
"The bad girl who lived down the street.''
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust it will sow
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.
So when they continued asking him, He lifted up himself,
and said unto them, He that is without sin among you,
let him first cast a stone at her.
And again He stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
And they which heard it, being convicted by their own
conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest,
even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone,
and the woman standing in the midst.
When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman,
He said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers?
hath no man condemned thee?
She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her,
Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
John 8:7-11
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My neighbor was passin' my garden one time
She smiled and I knew right away
That it was gossip not flowers that she had on her mind
And this is what I heard my neighbor say.
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