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Versatile Psalmist 39.0

Taming The Tongue

O Lord, I cry out to you today to help me now tame

A member that causes me trouble and is to blame,

It stirs up strife and longs to be the barker in a show

It forever wants to be released on my trek to and fro.

It knows no bounds and resists the filters I deploy

In moments of immaturity, I sound like a little boy,

Hear my prayer now Lord, let my mouth be a tool

Let my words be few that I may not play the fool.

Only Your spirit can help me overcome this flesh

My tongue is like a pitchfork in a barn of thresh,

Help me find the reserve; lose the nerve to boast

That I may dwell in You among the heavenly host.

I am going to my field to till the ground and reflect

About the caterpillars, butterflies and other insects,

I hope to then hear Your words, both holy and fervent

You are in Me, well done, my good and faithful servant.

Written by Gary Cox 01/15/2020, to God be the glory

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