Words

My sins are before me

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

Then filter

Then encourage

Becoming a glimmer of redemption

Instead of compounding brokenness

And adding to foolishness

Root my words in silence

In wisdom

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."

Proverbs 12:18

"She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue."

Proverbs 31:26