My loving Father in heaven,
I am asking you today for power, To
fight against hurtful gossip, Falling o'er
me in a raging shower.
Names carelessly strewn
all about, Like feathers blown in a fierce
storm, Injurious and carried by force,
Out of malice gossip was born.
Tie down my tongue Master,
Let it not wage hurt when others despise,
Speaking words of kindness only, Let
Gods love be viewed through vindictive eyes.
I am pleading heavenly
Father, Take all spiteful desire away,
Let only benevolence emerge, In a Christ
like manner, I pray.
Psalm 15:
1~3 Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?
Who shall dwell in thy holy hill? He that
walketh uprightly, and worketh
righteousness, and speaketh the truth in his
heart. He that backbiteth not with his
tongue, nor doeth evil to his neighbour, nor
taketh up a reproach against his neighbour.
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