There are those days when I have thoughts
That would best go unheard. They probably should not be thoughts,
Much less become a word.
I try my best to hold them in,
Though sometimes they slip out,
And I regret them instantly.
Of that, there is no doubt.
I mean them to be just a joke
Or some flippant comment,
But what I think and what comes out
Don’t sound like what I meant.
So help me, Lord, to think it through
Before I start to speak,
And if there’s any doubt at all,
Don’t let me make a squeak!
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