Anger

Rarely am I possessed by raging wrath
If possible I prefer a more passive path
The devilish demons are often demanding
I was defeated by anger, yet I am standing

With a cracked rib, and two black eyes
After vigilantes sought my demise
Though tempted by the tree in the Lord’s garden
I hate my sins and pray my heart won’t harden 

What is your problem asked the stranger
Without giving a thought to the danger
I was angry and ready for a fist fight
But I would learn a lesson that night

For just a little dignity I would have killed
Not caring about blood that would be spilled
I cried to the Almighty, why have I been forsaken
I felt all that was holy had left, but I was mistaken

Though the demon of wrath had taken his toll
The prince of peace has redeemed my soul
He has forgiven my trespasses as I have others
I pray for my enemies with my sisters and brothers