A Prayer
I know that I am getting old,
sometimes my speech is very bold.
I do not have a fear, as in youth
of what others will say, this is the truth!
I often speak too quickly-
as if I have lost my mind.
Oh Lord, please help me
to remember, to be kind.
Help me to remember
to think before I speak.
Then your forgiveness,
I won’t so often have to seek.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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