Tongues that puff up*, or build up*?

Help us O God                 to follow your son.
Look for his nod,             & wait for "Well done."
We'll guard ourselves      and challenge the yeast
that brings it's spells        (if once it's released)
'gainst inspection            & "covers our back".
Its infection                     puffs up where we lack.
Then we look good,        & seem sufficient.
But, where He stood,      is now our mission.
To look quite shamed,    & stumbled, & hanged;
quiet when blamed,        could not really stand,
but himself throw           on God's self. Amen.
We will follow,               & see what you send!

We know our tongues,    if not brought to heel,
will "mouth off" tons,     to make us seem "real".
They'll put us "up",         or else others "down",
won't "drink the cup",     which quietens the clown.
Oh God to tame              such an unruly
beast, is the same            as killing "yours truly".
Well since that should    happen, now may it.
And for what's good,      please will you slay it.
Now since He's raised,   raise me up in Him.
Him who is praised        by all who would sing.
Give your child speech,  to build up and help
And as you reach           out our ice-hearts will melt.

Hallelujah. Amen. Hallelu!
 

*1Cor, + James, + Jesus on "leaven".