Anger flashes,
rises up, retaliating
overtaking righteousness
barging in, crashing
pushing its way to the front
violently swaying my soul
to the dark side of things
The other cheek is prideful too
the second mile is harder still
Lord, break my willful hand
bring me to a spacious land
of Spirit-led control
My second chance or 53rd
a thousand times I turn
I need Your touch to enter in
to rest, abide and peacefully dwell.
John 15:5 "Apart from Me you can do nothing."
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