Every day i battle with unjust unrighteous anger
My heart blackening with each disaster.
I mutter under my breath, Curse in my head
not for the those to hear but for my heart instead
On this dark heavy hate i stew,
The corruption digs deep to hold and to brew,
Within the subterranean of my soul i know,
This unforgiving rage i must not bestow,
But Traits of love, patient and self-control.
I plead for some help, alone i will concede to them
Lord give me your strength, the peace, the wisdom
The Anger i need is that against lies
Against deceit that try's to hide
To Transform the repulsive thoughts of hate,
For if i fall, through them will come an ill fate.
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