
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.