Judgments #108

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 freewillContinue reading “Judgments #108”