I hold my hand upon my heart and know,
that it must be a blessing here to get,
a satisfaction, hopefully I'll grow,
into a kinder bloke that will not fret.
I worry not for any food to eat,
or how I'll come or go, I trust in God,
but, often, words have torn me down to meat,
and this came from a Christian's mouth. That's odd..
It shows me that the name that someone has,
soon made up for themselves will never stick.
There's talk of names that given, have a chance,
to wake up beasts, or beauties from their sleep.
God help me to be careful what I say.
The words that I pass on from somewhere in,
my heart will soon affect another's day,
or year, or life, Lord help me to begin,
to hearken up, to listen, and to know,
with "fear and trembling" what Thou wouldst me say,
in wisdom then to tension up this bow,
and fire then those words, like Sun's bright rays.
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