Excuse me, pardon me for interrupting
There is something I must impart
When profanity is erupting
It saddens me deep in the heart
Do you know this very morning
I uttered a prayer and felt God's love
Such that now I am in mourning
That you think so lowly of Him above
Whether His name's shouted to express shock
Or is loudly exclaimed in joy or anger
It is still a tool that does mock
And hits me here (my heart) like a dagger
Next time you mention our Father
Who dwells in beauty and cleanliness
May you remember He is the author
And finisher of our happiness
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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