New Living Translation (NLT)
3 When I refused to confess my sin,
my body wasted away,
and I groaned all day long.
Like the crowing of the rooster,
Like the murmuring of the wind,
This voice that’s always debating
That emanates from deep within,
Like the cackling of some devilish crow,
Like the bleating of a helpless sheep,
Even when I’m deep in sleep,
The hapless wailing of a victim,
Then a raging tongue of prideful ire,
Proving myself to be blameless
Is its one and only desire,
If I could but silence it
For just a moment or two,
I might find an answer
But I haven’t got a clue,
Dear Lord, up in heaven,
If I might be so bold,
Please help me find some peace of mind
And free me from its hold.
©2018 by William Pierce
We all argue with ourselves in a senseless debate to prove that we are right, that we have done no wrong, that we are not the bad guys. Please help us to turn all our problems, arguments, and sins over to You and let You speak truth into our hearts so we can find rest.
Thank You, Lord!