There are so many things to see appearing on life’s screen
Our sight grows dim when we inspect things better left unseen
There are so many things to hear that light upon our ears
Deaf we grow to still, small voice when we give in to fears
There are so many things to speak that pop into our mind
Defiled we are and others too when filter we can’t find
Lord, every urge to look, to hear, to speak a foolish word
Needs consent within the heart or flies off like a bird
I cannot stop the fowls above from circling in the air
But I can keep the smallest one from nesting in my hair