I need to learn to list’ e’er more to Paul.
I speak too soon when he doth speak to me.
Reflection is the need—just stop!—‘tis all.
When stop I do before I speak, I see!
What mean I by “to see”? ‘Tis easy do,
If stop I do, for Paul, my love for life.
I know him well—when want to speak, no rue.
If fast I speak, my thoughts with naught are rife.
So, my dear God, do help me see the way;
To stop I see, to rush unheed’ I be.
My Sweet’ needs words of truth indeed. To say,
“I know,” first stop I must—sure’ this the key!
My love, I try to think ‘fore speech for sure.
If naught I know, silence indeed be cure!