Lord, the time in this day has run away

From me. And, if I’m honest with You, so

Has my tongue. It has spoken words I now

Regret. Thoughts I can’t undo have, harsh,

Been said. Help me to repent. And to

Remember when tomorrow comes

That the sins of sloth and slander

Are not any less griefsome

Just because they are only seen or heard

By a few. For they are, always, known to You.