Prayer For The Chatterbox.
Forgive me, for sometimes I don't know what I say. If I gave an account for every word I say, my bad words would be too numerous for me to count!. I try to control what I say, but even the seemingly innocent things don't come out the right way. Forgive me for unintentionally wounding someone. I admit I am like Isaiah, a person with unclean lips. Purify them, God, and purify my heart, for the heart is the source of everything. Guard the door of my lips like the psalmist says. Words hurt more than punches.
What goes into a man's mouth does not make him 'unclean,' but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him 'unclean.' " (Matthew 15:11)
We all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault for what he says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check. (James 3:2)
"Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."(Isaiah 6:5)
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. (Psalm 51:10)
Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues. Proverbs 10:19)