The tongue You say is a weapon
A vessel whose contents are life and death
It’s fruit You say it’s lovers will eat
But the fruits of my unbridled tongue I wish to vomit
For it hurts to speak and then regret speaking
It breaks to know I’ve told what I should have kept
Stories meant for my solitude, I have now shared
Woes better left unspoken, I have now declared
Why I felt safe to share these stories, I cannot explain
Why I felt confident to expose these wounds, I cannot fathom
How do I stop the hurt, knowing the words I’ve confessed I can never retract?
How do I put back in the tube the filthy paste of the grim stories I’ve shared?
How do I erase from the minds of the ones whom I’ve over shared with, these contents that were better hidden?
How do I turn back the hands of time and correct the errors I have confessed, leaving them locked away where they were once hidden?
How do I stop myself from drowning in the pool of despair and regret I, with my own tongue, have created?
When did I become so visible that things that cannot be seen I begin to divulge?
When did I become so simple that I ignorantly speak without caution?
When did I become so empty on the inside that I let myself become so loud in expression?
Even after I had said, I would watch my ways and put a nuzzle on my mouth
“I said, ‘I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth while in the presence of the wicked.'”
Psalm 39:1
Here I am, hurting, when You told me in your word that it was wisdom to bridle my tongue
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise
Proverbs 10:19
My unbridled tongue has let out a fire that’s too hot for my delicate skin to handle
My unbridled tongue has released a storm I had no business wading in
Forgive me for not listening to the voice of caution
Forgive me for I have spoken thoughtlessly
Forgive me for I forgot my identity and let loose, undignified and shameless
Teach me to once again be still
Teach me to once again be quiet
Teach me to once again be silent
Teach me to guard my words and hold my tongue
“Set a guard over my mouth, Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.”
Psalm 141:3
Give me the wisdom to know when to bless with my words and when to be silent
That the words of my mouth may be seasoned with grace and truth
“Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.”
Colossians 4:6
And when I forget, remind me of the gift of Silence
That I might once again enjoy with relish the fruits of my tongue
“If anyone thinks they are religious and does not bridle their tongue, their religion is futile.”
James 1:26
“Those who guard their mouths and tongues keep themselves from calamity.”
Proverbs 21:23
So Help Me Father
Always in Love 💕😘
The King’s Daughter
