I wish for my deeds to speak as loudly as my unceasing words, the talk with which I fill the empty spaces of the day.
Yet, Lord, is not to speak an act in itself? Let my words carry the weight of deeds.
Your wind may blow away the noise of tinkling cymbals, yet let me speak your message so that it remains with my fellows.
Let me not divide part from part, hand from mouth. They are all your instruments. Let me wield them under your guidance.