Accept my poor offering, I beseech thee, in weakness I come. The freewill gift of staggering hands, Offerings of words and half-hearted tries. My mouth utters thanks, O Lord, to you alone, And then unruly evil burns. Teach me to control my tongue, Thy judgments, an altar of fire.
Accept, I beseech thee, the freewill offerings of my mouth, O Lord, and teach me thy judgments.
Psalm 119:108
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