The Lord GOD has given me
A well-trained tongue,
That I might know how to speak to the weary
A word that will rouse them.
Morning after morning
He opens my ear that I may hear;
And I have not rebelled,
Have not turned back.
I gave my back to those who beat me,
My cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
My face I did not shield
From buffets and spitting.

The Lord GOD is my help,
Therefore I am not disgraced;
I have set my face like flint,
Knowing that I shall not be put to shame.

Isaiah 50:4-7

The Truth

I have a tongue that trends towards mischievousness and frivolity.
My tongue wearies far too many, an opinionated swaggering far too often.
Morning after morning, my ears are busy with idleness and self-absorption.
I have spent a lifetime rebelling.
Toward those who beat me, my heart grew bitter.
My cheeks puckered and spat upon those who offended my beard.
My face, I shielded from even those who loved me.
The slightest hint of spittle in my direction caused immense trepidation,
Shaking and shivering with anger and despair.
The LORD GOD is my help.
I have disgraced myself.
To the world, I have presented an over sensitive face, proud and forbearing.
I have been anxious and worried of insignificant shame,
Defensive and offensive in scheming revenge.
Plotting and planning vindication and victory.
Dreaming of glory and success upon my terms.
Fearing abundantly imagined scorn upon my reputation.
I am lost without my LORD GOD.