Oh, what little good has come from many words.
My tongue sits restlessly in my mouth,
with all the burden of the highest mountain
or a volcano on the verge of eruption.
A word for the wise;
the wise reserve words.
Fools twist words without intention.
And understanding is lost in the speech of the dumb.
May I be wise with help of a tamed tongue
or with careful language and much reserve.
May grace be given upon my heart,
I do not mean to be so brash.
Let not my heart be burned by this foul beast
but let it burn with such zeal on your accord.
Please bring a fire to my heart that may never cool
A warmth to remain long after I am reduced to ashes.
Grant me your patience and grace,
your kind and understanding ways.
Let not me be destroyed by a loose piece of flesh.
May I not perish on the account of foolishness.
I will bring my heart before you and you will do as you will.
Help me trust in your tenderness,
lead me to know your marvelous ways.