Contemplations

(Psalm 71:15-18, Jeremiah 20:9, Job 32:17 - 33:3) If I say I will not mention God, Or speak anymore in His name, When it comes to the love of my life, My tongue I cannot tame. For in my heart is a burning fire; It is smoldering in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; The Spirit within me groans. I too will have my say; I will tell others why I live free. For I am full of words, And the Spirit within compels me. Inside I’m like bottled-up wine, Or new wineskins ready to burst. I must speak and find relief, From the words that are immersed. I will show partiality to no one, Nor will I flatter with ease, For if I were skilled in flattery, My Maker I would not please. Now, listen to my words; They’re on the tip of my tongue. I’m about to open my mouth; They are worthy to be sung. My lips speak