As I lay me down to sleep
And ask the Lord my soul to keep
He reminds me, “If you sow you reap,”
On my heavy heart coals of fire did heap.
The tongue is like a two-edged sword.
Too often it spits out an angry word
Of impatience and anger—a heart is gored.
I fear this does not represent my Lord.
I ponder how a tender heart has fright
And must be saddened by such an ugly sight.
I’m deeply sorry, cause I love you with all my might.
We know heaven is for peace, the loving and contrite.
Now when we get to the pearly gate
We don’t want our heart burdened with hate
Accused of assault with a deadly slate.
Too often we seal our fate with unthinkable spate.
So in your heart of hearts I hope you can see
Your poor old dad asks that you forgive me.
From chains of hurt, and fear, let’s be free.
Heaven’s our home, with Jesus we want to be.
So forgive me now as I digress
More often than not we must confess
That our unthinkable words make a mess.
With love I seal this with a kiss to bless.
To forgive is good
Jesus said we should
To forgive is kind
It purifies the mind.
~Love, Dad Webber