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Dec 2017
Lord, take my tounge
Lord, take my voice
I am so tired
Of doing it wrong

I trade in words
That hurt
For words
That heal

If it is all I do
With my one
Precious life

Lord, take my lips
Lord, take my breath
There is nothing
I want more

Than for every word
That comes out of my mouth
To land gently &
From the Heavens Soar
A prayer to transform all that is said to reflect healing and truth
Eureka Merton
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