His Way
Each time we speak, your anger comes forth
I can resist, as I have shown you before
Such anger I know, it lives so close
How much more, must I endure? Let your anger go, keep it no more
Your anger is your crutch, your way out
The cost is high, the pain is great, let it go I say, let it go….
Your anger pulls me in, you lash out, and I defend
I stand my ground, yet you condemn
Judgment cast, I stand my ground
Unfair words cast out, I say, “stop,” defend my ground
I forgive and let you know, yet such anger you still know
What to do, what to say, tell me please and I will say
Just forgive and let it be
I get cut, bleed some more and stand up once more
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Posted: Dec 2010
Comments (7)
It's not your fault.
When His Way is cutting anger, the poem's "I" should go another way - toward love. Love may cause one to cry at times but should never repeatedly make one bleed.
The sentiments expressed by elo777 might not be the most elegantly expressed I have ever heard - but he has hit the nail fair and square on the head: GET RID!
Fellsman