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Early this morning I got out of bed What was that horrible thing that I said? Someone was hopeless, would never achieve Were those wet tears that I saw on his sleeve? What were the words that I chirped out at tea Some funny comment for poor, slow Annie You are a snail we must wait for your crawl Was that a sigh? Was it at lunch that I said is it fair Neighbours have so much and still more to spare Was it a hurt that I saw in Dad’s eyes Who tries so hard all our needs to supply? I said this morning with ironing piled high Why should I do it, why bother and try Did I see mother with shoulders more bent Was it my comment that to that slouch lent? Was I impatient when granny had told Stories of youth that we’d heard hundredfold Did I break in in the middle of one Saying there’s something that’s got to be done Was it a fragile look deep in her eyes Was it a hurt my quick comment surprised Should she be feeling a burden to-day Because my tongue made her feel in that way? Lord, what destruction has come from my tongue Wil’t Thou forgive all the things that I’ve done? Cleanse me from sin as I yield it to Thee Only blessing, dear Lord, let it be. |