Gary the Poet's Pen
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