Prayer 18

Humanity tends to succumb to averages and scales. I wish it wasn't so, but it is. We wander down our paths-of-least-resistance, and become animated only when it is fashionable to do so.
Our goals and pursuits are so very prudent and measurable,
Yet we are helpless hedonists floating through the void.
We are scatterbrained believers tumbling from the pews,
who shift directions whenever our herd changes course.
A single tongue can take down a thousand of our hearts,
or lift a thousand of our souls from the grave.
If I am destined to be in the herd, help me judge the tongues that lead. If my tongue is destined to lead, Lord, claim it for your own. Anoint it. Baptize it with fire and disentangle it from the web of selfishness that squanders its power.
(Matt. 9:36; James 3:3-12)