There is a side of my family tree,
where I can say that I come from a long line of haughty and harsh women.
Who speak words of fiery judgement~
and claim to be one with God.
Never having an understanding of your account.
Jesus. I beg you.
Remove that haughtiness from my tongue.
Sever that maternal chromosome.
Let only your love come from my lips.
Even when speaking unwelcome truths,
let them be spoken in your love.
You have made me a NEW creation.
Help me cast off the old bloodied aprons.
and receive those fresh downy clothes.
Gossip, pride, backbiting, anger, mockery, bitterness, fear, and a love of wickedness must go.
Weed my heart.