Unsealed lips about the wrong things..

I am not harmless. I prattle on and rattle bones, disturb souls and break up homes, all with a foolishness surprising even to me. I have knowledge but I don't use it; I know good but I abuse it, and to every master I am a shallow woman who constantly causes disaster with her words flowing. My mouth is dirty and my actions careless. So I trudge on to take risks quite reckless and never stop to think and repeat what I'm going to say before I say it, So I hurt and bruise and bash the recipients of my Christian self. They receive hell. While claiming righteousness, those after I will need to clean up my mess and produce mercy and justice to fix what I left. Can I do good and not leave bodies? They all trail behind me and I'm not the tree of life I should be. Oh my face, on the ground, I wish I were nowhere to be found. So I couldn't hear the sound of my own foolishness pouring down. My lack of goodness is unbound and my eyes won't look up, I am not enough and my heart wants to bluff and butter it up. To look like it wasn't me or, "that's not what I mean" or how could I ...
have been so stupid?
And God says He'll fix it and make me learn from it and put a splint on it, Until I can do it with just the Spirit. I say just make me mute until it all computes and only good comes out, of my mouth.
At my best I am but a vapor and I'll only wander so you've got to wonder why I waste my time with words that kill and actions that destroy or are decoy to who Christ really is and what He really did.
He is beautiful and I am not. With my blind eyes and prating mouth. He is good and I,
am nothing.

Psalm 40:9-10

⁹ I proclaim your saving acts in the great assembly;
   I do not seal my lips, LORD,
   as you know.
¹⁰ I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;
   I speak of your faithfulness and your saving help.
I do not conceal your love and your faithfulness
   from the great assembly.