An Original Work / May 30, 2021
Let my words always be true
Always thinking, Lord, of You
May my lips declare Your praise
Both now and ever always
Be there no deceit in them
No hint then of sarcasm
No mincing of words there be
Be as clear as they can be
May they show forth all Your love
Which comes from heaven above
Thinking not only of me
But of pleasing only Thee
May I love with all Your grace
All those I see face to face
And those I see virtually
May I love as You love me
May my thoughts be of Your praise
As I go throughout my days
Thinking of what You desire
And of what Your Word requires
May I follow in Your steps
Doing what You know is best
Saying words that You would say
As I bow to You and pray
Walking Wounded 