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 storms
(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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