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Help Me Get It Right (Live at Mystic)
This is a song I wrote in April 2011 based on the familiar passage found in James 3 about controlling the tongue. This version is part of a little impromptu late night living room concert down in Grants Pass, Oregon on August 18, 2011. My amazingly talented friend, Nick Garrett-Powell joined me with some fantastic accompaniment even though this was the first time he had heard the song!
We all stumble in many ways. Anyone who is never at fault in what they say is perfect, able to keep their whole body in check. Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.
James 3:2,5-10
Lyrics
Help Me Get It Right
I find myself tripping daily
Over words flung from my over active tongue
It flip, flops and then just keeps on flapping
Long after talking should be done
So please help me, O Lord
To get it right somehow
In spite of me
May your love and mercy
Be what comes from my mouth
Even when it’s not easy
Even when someone’s hurt me, done me wrong
Help me swallow my foolish pride, Lord
And learn to bite my tongue
For with my tongue I praise you
O God, my friend and savior
Yet with the very next breath curse my neighbor
This will never do
Help me bridle my tongue
Keep guard on my lips
May what proceeds
From my mouth always be
Filled with love and holiness
James 1:26, 3:1-12
Copyright © 2011 Dawson Cowals.
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