A Poem from Psalm 38

Teach me to hold my tongue, O Lord,
When wickedness prevails,
To keep silence and hold, O Lord,
My peace, though no avail.

Make me to know my end, O Lord,
And measure all my days,
To know the breath that is my life
And shadows of my ways.

I wait for You alone, O Lord,
My hope is in Your hand.
Deliver me from sins unknown –
My selfishness as man.

I dare not open up my mouth
Because Your discipline
Consumes what is so dear to me
That I forsake my sin.

Give ear to my request, O Lord,
Do not neglect my tears.
Look kindly on Your servant’s face
That I may so be cheered.