I am a man of unclean lips,
with such, I even dwell.
I try to walk in spirit, but
my flesh would yet compel.
Why is it such a battle to
keep bridle on this tongue?
Why is such carnage from the same
with which sweet hymns are sung?
My God, please set a watch on me
that I not acquiesce;
that nothing should come from these lips
save, Father, what would bless!
And Father, even use this man
to bring them unto You
by vocalizing Your sweet love
in what I say and do.
I know those words apply to very few of you, so please pray for me. I still have trouble bridling the rudder.