The looseness of my mouth
The lust of my flesh
The pride of my heart
I am reminded of who you are
Of your holiness and of my haughty obstinance
And so your grace means much today
Saving a wretch like me
Make me a woman ready to encourage instead of criticize
Ready to listen rather than rambling hollow words
Soaked in insecurity and deceptive pride
That I might hear
Becoming a glimmer of redemption
Instead of compounding brokenness
And adding to foolishness
Root my words in silence
In humble confidence
On earth as it is in heaven
I mean, what if?
"Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing."
"She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue."