Set a guard over my mouth, LORD; keep watch over the door of my lips.
Psalm 141:3
this devotion from the other day...
This poem was embarrassingly easy to write😐
Ah, there is a door that opens and spills invisible ink
It reveals forums within us in the framework of a wink
Where the things that we keep hidden (by the grace of God)
unheard
Can expose a world unbidden in the quick slip of a word
When Self seeks the throne of glory rather than humility
One small word can tell a story quite uncomplimentary
So if each day we would be prepared, before feet hit the
floor
We ought to pray that God would set a watch upon That
Door
…that he would let us weigh the motive when ‘word’ wants
to spout
And help us hold back quick reaction love can live without
For the weight of our opinion before it is fit to share
Should be measured, poured and sifted through the filter
of meek prayer
© Janet Martin
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