That temper of mine!
Forgive me, Lord –
I let it get the better of me again.
When will I ever learn to wait
Until I’ve heard the whole story,
To respond under pressure
As Christ would,
To meet evil with good?
I’m growing, Lord,
But my growth is far too slow.
Till my life –
Break up clods of pride,
Root out weeds of selfishness,
Plow under every vestige of stubbornness,
Cultivate me and sow liberally
More of the Spirit’s
Fruit-bearing seed.
Send showers
And storm (if need be)
Shine brightly on my soul.
Then I will sprout forth
Patience and kindness and love –
And self-control –
In abundance,
And my tongue will learn
To help and heal
And praise the Name
Of the One through Whom I pray.
Amen!
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