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