"I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me. I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred" (Psalm 39:1,2).
Sometimes when I am met with strife,
I think that I'll retreat.
I'll live a private, quiet life,
Admitting my defeat.
I'll hold my tongue from even good;
I will not say a word.
I know, however, that I should,
And sorrow thus is stirred.
How can I hold the Gospel in,
Withholding what is true,
While souls are perishing in sin
And laborers are few?
I can't afford to be offended!
I will not hold my peace!
Until my fleeting days are ended,
I'll speak and will not cease.
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