February 11, 2024
The words that I write I can edit and change,
I am free to adjust them, to move, rearrange.
When I speak there’s no key labeled backspace,
Once spoken it’s done with no chance to erase.
Words spoken in anger I often regret,
Give rise to harsh words with all parties unset.
Why are words spoken so hard to control?
Lord help me speak lovingly words from my soul.
Lord help me touch others through words that I speak,
Build others up, find the courage they seek.
Help me be open, and share from my heart;
Find words of comfort, Your love to impart.
Lord help me show love in the words that I choose;
Help me show love in the tone that I use.